He Gave Me Only a Candle
Just before he lost his thoughts and memories,
Before he closed his eyes and doors to sleep,
Before he listened to his heart stop,
Before he breathed his last;
He handed to me a candle,
And got a matchstick to light it.
His words were commands;
He told me never to let it be blown out,
Neither by the winds nor the waters;
And he bid me farewell.
He told me not when he would be back,
And I kept asking myself,
Wouldn't the lights go off?
Wouldn't the candle melt to death?
Would I hold it forever?
It was a commitment to the one gone,
And a rule to maintain.
The best legacy he left to me,
Became my inheritance,
It were the words of wisdom of a dying man,
That shone in the light spread by the candle!
But now that he's gone,
Will I light a lamp or a bulb instead?
I'll stick to the old candle,
For as it melts,it solidifies in my heart,
And the promise remains valid,
That I shall not let it go down.
I remember you uncle Jimmy,
I celebrate you my dear,
You were a father and a mentor,
And the light you left me to hold,
I shall,
Not with the hands,but the heart;
That you may happily rest in peace.
Copyright © Ampurire Anitah | Year Posted 2022
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