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
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