Match Girl
Little girl
Playing with fire
Spreading it all around her
All she knows
Is that it keeps her safe
And warm
But when it is gone
She shivers in the cold
Dreaming of the fire
Wishing it would return
Wishing it would spread
Little match girl
Lost in the cold.
***The only thing I wanted from my grandmother when she passed away was a doll. The little match girl sat in her living room for years, and now she is in my bedroom as a reminder. I named her Etterene…after my grandmother.
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