My Birth Candle
By Katie A
Published 4 September 2016
Heavy like a brick,
as cold as snow.
Smells like fairy floss.
It’s cold against my cheek.
Hot in fire.
It gives me
memories of me
when I am sad
and plays music to me!
Published 4 September 2016
Heavy like a brick,
as cold as snow.
Smells like fairy floss.
It’s cold against my cheek.
Hot in fire.
It gives me
memories of me
when I am sad
and plays music to me!