..............Candlelight Speaks Poem by elysabeth faslund

..............Candlelight Speaks



One candle in the Dark,
Slips sleep into me.
One candle in the Morning,
First thing I see.

Never did this before.
Now, every Day, Night.
My Father speaks to me
Through Christmas candlelight.
A gift? Planned...chance?

I listen to his words.
They hurt...
But, oh! How they
Dance!

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elysabeth faslund

elysabeth faslund

Thibodaux. Louisiana
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