Jan 2021
Candles flicker
with begged forgiveness,
each tender wick
a glowing reminder,
each drop of wax
a tear sliding down
the father’s cheek.
Having lit them all,
I wait for him to come.
with begged forgiveness,
each tender wick
a glowing reminder,
each drop of wax
a tear sliding down
the father’s cheek.
Having lit them all,
I wait for him to come.
