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By: Gwen Flowers

The candles softly burning
hold the shadows back a bit.
The darkness fades back further
as another one is lit.
A woman right beside me
weeps so softly in her grief.
Others gather quietly;
They too, seek relief.
A momentary lifting
of this sorrow on their hearts;
A weight that is placed there
when a little one departs.
Each heart here has been broken,
Each of us mourns a child.
Each of us knows the bitterness,
an innocence defiled.
Each of us had our hopes,
our dreams,shatter on the floor.
And each of us has wondered
how to go on, anymore.
And so we come together,
to talk and cry and share,
And help each other carry
this sorrow that we bear.