![]() The FlameA Poem by Moomin![]() Dedicated to my lovely little sister, who took her own life.![]() The shy and humble little girl
That stumbled and stammered through her pain Was adorned with flowing long red hair That danced on her like orange flame Yet, greater fire lay within This joyful, boistrous lady fair For in her did beat a heart so large That burned with passion, and with care Like a furnace consuming all around With compassion, and kindly ways She warmed the souls of those she knew and met And brightened up their darkest days Kindness and cheer were her career Her heart wide open and on display A beacon of mercy in this cold world Living love from day to day But even love's great flame is doused By the coldest of life's strong winds A hurricane of pain and loss Slowly extinguished her fire within And now I stand here in this cascade Of tears that fall like autumn rain In a world that feels much colder now Without her warmth to soothe the pain And though THIS heart is broken now And it's embers fade in the chill outdoors I wait and long for the precious day When her gentle flame will ignite once more © 2023 Moomin |
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