Steady Light
Even the smallest flame carries warmth.

Joy is in the little things.
π―οΈβοΈπ
I tread the frost-caked streets
Window panes bathed in snow
Unwrapped gifts, stacked and neat
Flame in hearts aglow.
βοΈβ¨π―οΈ
A forgotten candle in pitch dark
Its wick stays true, aflame
Its pure light, a burning spark
Remains untouched, the same.
π«π§Έπ₯
The flame, it burns, light aglow
Shines on life's small joys β
Chocolate muffins, soup on a stove
A child's warm, soft toys.
πππ
Beauty beholds in little bites
In life's treats, though small;
In a toy, a shirt worn right
In simple smiles, for all.
π―οΈπ«π€
A single candle in the dark
A steady flame, small, but sparks.
π―οΈπ«π€
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.


Comments (3)
So moving and Christmassy beautiful π¦πΊπ¦
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!