LaTisha Parkinson

(23/12/94 d/m/y / a hospital)

Candle Glow


I was born with my candle
It was brightly burning
I carried my candle and for all to see it
Which made me happy
I took my candle and ran through the darkness
Which was a bit scary
I kept my candle in the center of my heart
That was a big mistake right from the start
Because when someone broke my heart
My candle melted, it got hit
Just like my heart did
When my heart went into surgery
My candle nearly outed
But someone saved me
They relit my candle, got it brightly burning
Helped repair my heart and stopped the bleeding
And now even though that person’s gone you know,
If you look closely you can still see my candle glow

Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2008

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