I keep it burning, day and night
I keep it burning warm and bright
It flickers now and then, but still
Its flame will not be doused until
You come home to me.
The seasons change, the leaves turn gold,
The summer’s gone, and nights grow cold.
Soon winter’s white will cloak the yard,
Soon burning logs must warm my heart
‘Til you come home to me.
When you return you’ll see the light,
You’ll hear my laughter taking flight,
Your baby son within me, named,
The life we shared will be reclaimed,
When you come home to me.
Written for Trifecta, using exactly 99 words, and the word “baby”.