Steady Light
Even the smallest flame carries warmth.
Joy is in the little things.
🕯️❄️🌙
I tread the frost-caked streets
Window panes bathed in snow
Unwrapped gifts, stacked and neat
Flame in hearts aglow.
☃️✨🕯️
A forgotten candle in pitch dark
Its wick stays true, aflame
Its pure light, a burning spark
Remains untouched, the same.
🍫🧸🔥
The flame, it burns, light aglow
Shines on life's small joys –
Chocolate muffins, soup on a stove
A child's warm, soft toys.
🌟🍂😊
Beauty beholds in little bites
In life's treats, though small;
In a toy, a shirt worn right
In simple smiles, for all.
🕯️💫🖤
A single candle in the dark
A steady flame, small, but sparks.
🕯️💫🖤
For Mikeydred's December Prompt
And Vocal's The Last Flame challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (3)
So moving and Christmassy beautiful 🦋🌺🦋
I can picture the hope filling the darkness with the light of the candle, beautifully crafted
What a beautiful festive albeit a tad sad poem, Michelle!