Corner - I love you, mother

Mother: a wax crayon candle in a starless room You have many layers, like an onion And you're coloured, but not green So a wax-crayon candle is favoured here. Much more poetic. Although I bathe in the dark You sit in my corner Flickering flickering like this. And you wish not intrude In your offers of solace. No. You don't set my room on fire You just light up my corner With the gift of a place to be seen. A place of security, Whether I visit it or not. AND YES, you are loved. YES, you are valued. (so don't even doubt it) And yes, your Crayola hues, your mix-n-match May clash in the eyes of OTHERS But parallel to even your Converse shoes: They complement each other And though I don't always visit this corner... ...Of candlelight in my room, You should know you're not alone With my candlelight, too.