Little Match Girl

by Janis Gaines

Poor little girl
With one match stick left
Lost in the cold, dark street
Alone and left to die
Yet the kindness of a stranger
Sparked a new flame
In my heart
And I found enough warmth
To raise my hand
And let the wind blow
The tiny ember
Into a fiery flame
And I did not die that night


May all your tiny embers be fiery flames.

© December 2010
Flowery Branch, GA