The Little Match Girl

She sat huddled in an alleyway, frozen to the bone Shivering with the clutch of matches that she sold. She hadn't sold a match, but so longed to go home To warm her naked feet from cobblestone so cold. Shivering, with the clutch of matches that she sold, She lit a match upon the wall to feel its tiny heat To warm her naked feet from cobblestone so cold, But in a moment swiftly, it had spent itself complete. She lit a match upon the wall to feel its tiny heat. Faintly she saw her grandmother, beautiful as life, But in a moment swiftly, it had spent itself complete Escaping from such misery, biting cold and strife Faintly she saw her grandmother, beautiful as life She hadn't sold a match, but so longed to go home. Escaping from such misery, biting cold and strife She sat huddled in an alleyway -- frozen to the bone. Posted: 8/23/2016 Revised: 8/1/2018