A Candle Burns Poem by Herbert Dry

In their home a white candle
burns

A young wife waits for her husbands
return

It's been a year sense he was with her
at home

She watches the white candle burn in
silence and alone

By his picture a white candle
burns

To be with him again her heart
so yearns

In the darkness of night a small
candle flame

In her sleep she calls out
his name

In yet another war he has gone
to fight

In his home a white candle
burning bright

With trembling hands she blows out the
candles flame

Among the casualties her
husbands name

Beside his picture a black
candle now burns

Her first love will
never return