A FLICKERING LIGHT

(a poem by 11 years old Emma) 

The flickering candle sits in her hands,

Emitting a soft warm glow.

It strives to be seen, noticed,

Just like her.

The girl has lost nothing,

Yet this flickering light is all she has.

A flickering hope, yet there it is,

Lighting up her small face.

The candle burns in her hand,

Dripping hot wax.

Slowly, the light burns down,

Leaving it's thoughts in the cold air.

Remember me, it whispers.

The girl does not forget.

The candle's legacy stays with her,

As they travel through time and space.

Together, a lost hope, steady like the wind.

The hope burns inside her,

Steady, growing. Gentle.

Until it explodes, and the burning hope melts around her,

And her dream is now a reality.

(Emma Dimitrova, my 11 years old daughter, written on 01 /12/19)