The Little Match Girl
Stave 3
She struck match number three
And the match girl found herself
Under a Christmas tree,
With a thousand candles
Burning on its green boughs.
As she reached out
To the exquisite light,
The Christmas candles
Rose and became bright
Stars – one
Fell
And burnt a long fiery path
In the sky.
She thought,
Someone is dying now,
Remembering how
Her grandmother
Used to say:
When a star falls,
A soul rises up to God.
© Kim M. Russell, 2015
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writing in north norfolk 