Mom

In wasted hours spent alone I grieve over forgotten times departed The candle slowly burns down While the thin line of remembrance Trails off and away from me-forever? 'Tis not enough just to experience life But to also lap precious memories When times of trouble bear down And the very flame of the candle is threatened For life without fond memories Is like the flame without heat Though many ventures into times past Leave empty memories for a saddened mind My flame grows hotter and brighter For you are the warmth in this flame And a memory never to be forgotten