Week 6

I want little children
to place little tealights
around the house one day.
I can see my girl now,
she has big brown eyes
and dark bangs
and I know in her heart she'll carry a light,
a little tealight if you will,
with a flame that never wavers
no matter how the wind blows.
I handed it to her
the second she was born,
my gift to her.
Flames are not diminshed when they are shared,
neither does love.
I hope one day I will have the chance to sit down and teach her that.