Flames and Frames

And here I am this lonely, moonless night All by myself in golden candlelight The room is still, as I begin to think My thoughts alone would have me take a drink But then, I see across the low-lit room Just what I need to lift me from this gloom A table stands, three tiers to make a shelf For picture frames, my family, myself Each one I see, a simple work of art By love displayed, each one to touch my heart For Grandma’s smile, a frame of gilded glow To warm my purpose more than you could know A setting formed of jewels, sapphired delight Surrounds my sweetest mother, dressed in white My turn on Santa’s knee when I was three Is mounted red and green, now just for me My brother’s love, a birthday cake in view The mem’ries call me, just to name a few So as my candle flickers its demise The tears of love and joy now fill my eyes For could I ever really be alone Oh, not with all the love that I’ve been shown I think now as I start to say goodnight I’ll sleep well with such reverie in sight