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.