(to Hans Christian Andersen (for The Little Match Girl)
the first match shows The Tree
in all its finery, loaded with apples,
sugarplums, the candles of the world
reflected in your face
and now, the second grace is struck
and there's one Star
to guide you from where you are,
frozen skylark in the snow and dreaming
of the third
with all the birds heard singing
Heaven and home to you;
no longer alone.
but spared
all worldly care.
mary angela douglas 12 july 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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