CANDLE IN THE JAR:

As a small child, she never had enough to eat,

She was always so cold, with never enough heat,

Her clothes were in rags & were all tattered & torn,

Her shoes with holes in, so thin & very much worn,

But upon the table, always a candle lit, in old jam jar.

 

As a mother, always trying hard to make ends meet,

To warm her babies, with never enough fuel to heat,

She would wrap them in love & tell them sweet tales,

She tried so very hard, to stifle their hungry cold wails,

But upon the table, always a candle lit, in old jam jar.

 

As old crone, she huddled, on the corner of the street,

Wrapped in old sacking, with never enough warm heat,

Sleeping in doorways, away from cold raindrops & snow,

Knowing deep in her heart, it was soon time for her to go,

But upon grey pavement, flickered a candle, in old jam jar.