Memory Of Fairy Lights Poem by Peggy Pollock

A sad excuse to brighten life
So ugly did they hang for us
So limp to simply gather dust
And even with the candles lit
On pretty shelves, the wax did drip
It trickled down, and there it stayed
A lump of wax, a candles grave
And graves gave way to shelves of plain
And walls of plain, four walls the same.
For walls the same, with fairly lights
Hung to hide their lightless life

Today, a thousand miles away
Those walls do see a brighter day

But now the light behind your eyes
Reminds me
Of those fairy lights