My Faithful Companion
A Beacon of Strength in Lantern Light
Settling here on a winter’s eve
by the warmth of your embrace.
Weariness from the endless day
overcomes me,
but your light provides me
with the strength to start anew tomorrow.
***
As your wick gently sips oil,
I approach your glow
on this gloomy evening.
Following your halo,
I feel the courage to challenge
the dark times ahead.
***
With a hiss and crackle,
you burn your oil.
My faithful companion
showing your brilliance
as long as you’re needed.
***
Your flame begins to flicker
as I turn you down.
I trim the charred remains
of your wick,
knowing your flame will
burn bright for me
again tomorrow.
About the Creator
Sandy Gillman
I’m a mum to a toddler, just trying to get through the day. I like to write about the ups and downs of parenting. I’m not afraid to tell it like it is. I hope you’ll find something here to laugh, relate to, and maybe even learn from.
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Congrats Top Story
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I love the lantern metaphor; it’s gentle and powerful at the same time.
Congratulations on top story. Love the emotion within this poem.
"As your wick gently sips oil, I approach your glow on this gloomy evening. Following your halo, I feel the courage to challenge the dark times ahead." The section above is absolutely stunning and emotional. I had to reread it several times. Congratulations, Sandy, on your top story and for making the leadership board this week. This poem is truly beautiful!🌹
Reading some of your writings, I can feel how exhausted you might be... sorry if I misinterpreted it. But you still manage to write about everything and turn it into art. How do you do it? I read in your other story that you don't know how working parents do it, I wonder the same about any parent. I sometimes can't even manage to feel like a human at the end of a working day and I don't have to be there for anyone but myself, basically... You're so powerful and so inspiring with all you do!
I love how the poem is about the lantern helping her but ultimately she is tending to the lantern, tired and grateful, so beautiful!
Wooohooooo congratulations on your Leaderboard placement! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Lantern Light Shinning oh, so bright, To guide a weary traveller home. Yonder sea and air For to be with you My dearest one. Remembering our foot steps In the snow, For you are gone my dear I carry and cerise your memory For ever in my heart. My dear sweet Jip mans best friend.
Simply an outstanding poem, really felt this. Well done and thank you for sharing. Congratulations on your top story.
Such a good feel reading your lines :)
Beautifully written, Sandy! Love the calming effect this had when reading it! Well done on Top Story and placing on the leaderboard!
Beautiful poem! 💚
There's a lovely tenderness in trimming that wick.
So good love your chances in this challenge
A shiny bright poem. Worthy Top Story. ✨✨✨
Excellent!
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Great
Well done, Sandy, on your Top Story. Your poem creates an image of real cosiness.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
very nice
I like the steady rhythm of this poem. Well done on placing At Top Stories
This is just full of warmth and love, Sandy. A beautiful entry.