There Is A Single Shining Candlestick Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

There is a single shining candlestick.
Shining solitary in the darkened twilights.
A lonely young poet writes about her life.
Feeling so extremly sad, lonely and also blue.
Sucking her thumb because somehow,
the right words never come along.
She wants to publish a collection of
her poetry. For the whole wide world to see.

She has a hard day working earning her daily bread.
As a practical nurse in nursing home.
Making barely enough to keep body and soul
together. Counts her nickels, quarters and dimes.
Just one more time and time again.
She lives a lonely life and does not have
any friends. She can tell all of her hopes
and dreams too.

She is an introverted person, because all
people do is lie and laugh when they
succeed in making her cry out loud.
Far away from the bright city lights
and maddening crowds.

She stay's in a modest run down
boarding house. Betty, remains as quiet
as either a house hold or church mouse.
Listening, with both ears opened wide.
Whatever mundane things, the other
are busily talking or complaining
about. Babbling like just a bunch
of gaggling geese.

Dedicated to Betty Neal's, a deceased Harlequin English
Romanic author, registered nurse and wife. She married
a rich Dutch doctor. They settled down
in an English cottage.

Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
January 25,2020