My candles

The flame of my soul flickers mournfully;
blue...then yellow... then vanishes
before slowing... coming alive again;
but only because
a portion of me wonders if perhaps, my flame
as frail as it is,
Contributes to the warmth that keeps your beautiful torches burning;
And so if there is any chance that my failures and disappointments would
Keep your feet from landing on this sorrow-filled path,
I won’t hesitate to stay....
And if there is but a slight possibility that
My abandoned dream deferred...lies glowing within your spirit,
Or that the whisper of my presence,
may contribute to the fullness of your success...
then I have
fulfilled my purpose
And my soul will continue to
flicker blue...then yellow... then not at all
before returning again to sustain you.

to Chanelle Edryce & Stone Erickson
Mommy loves you both