Candle candle burning bright,
How your flicker lights the night.

It burns for those no longer here.
The special ones, so near, so dear.

It lights my heart as I recall,
The special memories of all.

How can it be that they are gone,
To leave me here so very long.

A memory of days gone by.
A hope that if I really try,

They will return - no need to cry.
I wonder why they had to die.

There presence I will hope to feel,
Knowing though, it is not real.

It is but a dream I see,
To have those loved ones next to me.

A dream I share with only you,
And knowing that it won't come true.

Candle candle burning bright,
How your flicker lights the night.

Gloria Jean Childers
February 4th, 2008