Melting droplets of wax
Creep at a snails pace
Their flames are twinkling
Through the dancing smoke
The more my candles shine
The older they grow
Not numerous droplets I saw
For they just started to bloom
What has happened to them?
When the droplets stopped to flourish
They no longer crawl from
Their cradle towards my bed
What’s up with their crystal smile?
An image I can only see
The black eyelashes they had
No longer can curve
Just a figure behind fame
Author's Notes/Comments:
In this poem a mother of two babies that died is talking. She is at first talking about the lighten candle and then thinking why her kids stopped crawl from their cradle to her bed when the candle was turned off. She was also talking about them, like why their crystal smile doesn’t change and why their eyelashes don’t move, and it turns out to be that it is a picture of them before they died. In this poem, I wanted to have the feelings that a mother with lost kids may feel, and so I did and I expressed it my own way.
wow amazing poem!