Continued Poem 3

But still each winter night

After a day of begging

In the cold  white snow

My heart turns bitter

At the thought

Of all those girls

With all their silver  sashes and pink bows

But then the little light burns bright

And my heart is quickly softened

And my thoughts turn instead

To my beloved mother and dearest father

Who left this poor earth

when I was just a tiny tot

And left me alone and hungry

In the cold white snow

On those nights I  weep

With my tears falling down,

Freezing on my face

But then the little light

Dries my freezing tears