The flame from the candle
Flickers frantically in fear
Of the howling winds
That sounds frighteningly near
I clutched my teddy bear tight
And tried to rein in my fright
But the howling continues
To roar with all it's might
Then suddenly I remembered
Something my mother used to say
When your frightened or lonely
Let your happy thoughts come out to play
So I closed my eyes
And remembered a time
Of dancing in the willows
And finding apple trees to climb
Of picking pink and yellow flowers
to braid into my long hair
And chasing colorful butterflies
As they flittered in the air
Outside, the howling winds quieted
and I know now and then
When I am scared or lonely,
Happy memories will rescue me again
Apr 17, 2011
Apr 17, 2011 at 10:19 AM UTC
The flame from the candle
Flickers frantically in fear
Of the howling winds
That sounds frighteningly near
I clutched my teddy bear tight
And tried to rein in my fright
But the howling continues
To roar with all it's might
Then suddenly I remembered
Something my mother used to say
When your frightened or lonely
Let your happy thoughts come out to play
So I closed my eyes
And remembered a time
Of dancing in the willows
And finding apple trees to climb
Of picking pink and yellow flowers
to braid into my long hair
And chasing colorful butterflies
As they flittered in the air
Outside, the howling winds quieted
and I know now and then
When I am scared or lonely,
Happy memories will rescue me again
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