The wishes of a child delivered by a birthday candle

The affection of my mother, a solemn silence of apathy and burning, the affection that assisted my inevitable yearning, yearning for fondness, empathy, passion and love, a cemented wish from the fumes above, the fumes which escaped from my annual candle, the vehemence too disconsolate for a young girl to handle, the solemn silence remains a verifiable memory, embossed into my soul as if an accessory, the annual candle, the wish aforementioned, the yearning, the exigency for a mothers affection.