The Last Candle
The Last Candle
“Hamish!, Hamish!”
“Yes, my dear?”
“I am close to death I fear”
As he held her hand,
Her pleas and her pain
Were clear to understand
“Hamish!, Hamish!”
“Yes, dearest love?”
“Will I be received up above?”
As she held her cross,
Her prayers and her doubts
Were profit and loss.
“Hamish!, Hamish!”
“Yes, my flower?”
“Is my life within your power?”
As he held his stethoscope,
He bowed his head in defeat
As there was no hope.
“Hamish!, Hamish!”
“Yes, my light?”
“What is that candle in this deep deep night?”
As her hand relaxed in his
He kissed her cheek
And closed her lids
With slightly trembling fingertips.
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