The Burning Candle

The Burning Candle
(A Sonnet)

Once long ago, when life for me was new,
I could not walk unless I held a hand.
With mind of child, did not know what to do.
With innocence, I could not understand.
Throughout my growing years someone was there.
From where I stood she seemed so very tall.
Collected tears while nurturing each care.
Providing safety net for when I’d fall.
Today I’m standing tall as she grows weak.
Years causing aging mind things to forget.
To walk some minor steps my hand may seek.
Begins my turn to be the safety net.

Look at the flame of candle how it burns,
as wheel of life forevermore it turns.