Everlasting Image

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.  

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wow amazing poem!