207. The Candle Of Our Lives Poem by Jaden Knight

Every time a child is born
their parents light a candle in their name
one they made together
partly to guide the new born through their days
and partly to symbolise a new life

It burns throughout their entire lives
though none will truly notice it doing so
it gets shorter every day
as time passes through the wick

No one ever sees their candle
so they can just imagine
what colour they want it to be
how they choose is up to them
it does not affect how it burns

Some candles will seem to shine brighter
than most of the others
but that's just a trick of the flickering flame
there's no such thing as a perfect candle
we're all special in our own unique way

Every day is a chance to create new life
and some will go on to light other candles
but many will not be able to do that
as they lack the spark required

Every single one is mourned in its own way
in the days after they have died
their candle may have been burnt
blown or even snuffed out
but the memory of their flame
can still inspire others
long after the smoke has cleared