Time To Light A Candle


It's time to light a candle;
another year's gone by.
It's my daughter's birthday,
an easy day to cry.

She reminds me so much
of her mother,
I can't help looking back.

I remember the day
when we first met;
I was walking
through this same park.

She was sitting on that bench
by the clear, blue pond
feeding ducks
from a paper sack.

She...talked with
   her smile
   laughed with
   her eyes.
     ...didn't say a word.

The language of love
was easily understood.
We could not
   be wrong.

One week to the day
we walked down the aisle.
Oh, the joy we did share.

Our days and nights
were filled with love.
Our eternity was here.

She was bearing my child;
Soon...we would be three.

Then...it began to happen,
we did not understand.

She tried for awhile
to hide from me...
knowledge...of the pain
in her head.

But I looked into
the windows
of her soul.

There I saw
the raging pain's
ebb and flow.

She knew that I knew
it would not be long
before...she'd be
taken away.

She did not complain
when things went wrong.
Her life...
it was a song.

She...talked with
        her smile
        laughed with
        her eyes
     ...didn't say a word.

Then came the day
she beckoned me near;
reached up her hand,
touched my face.

She smiled one more time,
and blotted my tear.
Her hand fell down.

She went into
the loving arms of God.

But our baby was saved...
a girl to remember her by.
Today.she is six years old.

She's sitting on that bench
by the clear, blue pond
feeding ducks
from a paper sack.

She does not complain
when things go wrong.
Her life...
it is a song.

She...talks with
        her smile
        laughs with
        her eyes
    ...doesn't say a word.

It's time to light a candle;
another year's gone by.
It's my daughter's birthday,
an easy day to cry.

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