On the other side of the candle
Lives an image of my Father
Who looks like me
Atoms and water
I can see him
Behind the flickers
In the ripples
Of prayers
Like an otter
floating on the darkest harbors
Behind that candle
Is the maker
Our Mother
I am not like him
I'm smaller
And my skin is so different
Than others
On the other side of the candle
I see her
Staring at me through the flame
That burns taller
An image of a human looking
Similar
But smarter
I wanted to be like him
It was much harder
So I'm stuck with me
My last barter
To God the Father
On the other side of the candle
Have mercy on my image
For my Mother and my daughters