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.
Copyright © Rockman Pritts | Year Posted 2012
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