The Candle

Father sits in easy chair Remembering the day His little girl lay in that bed Until she passed away It's been a year and six months Since he stood there by her side Hand in hand he felt her life Wane and then subside With tears awash upon his cheeks He couldn't turn away He looked at her eternal sleep Then bowed his head to pray Lord, please take this angel on And hold her in your arms Let her know of all my love And let her know no harm Now it's been a year ago Since that fateful day The family made a vigil cake One candle on display She never got to live a life That's how the memory goes No memory in pictures Just a single candles glow Words were said around the cake To honor her short life Daddy mumbled something short Then looked toward his wife Tears were flowing in the room Nobody wanted this It should be a day of fun A day of total bliss But life has other plans for some It's not what we expect We just have to live with it And give it some respect That's why her daddy stood there Just looking at the flame To blow it out would mean the same As doing it again Rockman :-( When I thought about writing this poem, I thought about what it would be like to blow out a candle that was lit in someones memory. It would be like extinguishing that life all over again.