A poem in memory of a relative who passed away a few months ago. |
The candle burns and burns As the smell of cider fills the silence in between It burns and the flame flickers, flickers, flickers In the cool October night I watch it burn until the candle is no longer solid But just a pool of red liquid wax And apple cider fills the air Thinking of days and years gone by and of those yet to come Thinking of holidays and birthdays celebrated And of those not yet celebrated Of candles lit and melted and of candles not yet lit Of apple cider and thunderstorm and Midsummer's night Of Arsenic and Old Lace and rear windows Of books read and pages turned and pages left unturned and stories untold Of sweet salt air and waves crashing on the rocks Of lighthouses casting a light out to see to guide the sailors on Of songs sung and songs unsung Of words unspoken when they should be said Of words said when they should remain silent I sit and watch the candle burn and think I watch and think but more importantly I remember I remember in thoughts and deeds, in words and actions I remember the knight errant of yore riding off to face the dragon Cowboys riding off into a thousand burning sunsets Worlds hidden behind doors and within the walls of blanket forts Wizards and wonder and counting stars in the night sky Turning the radio up when a song comes on and you just know it’s yours Dancing in the front seat, not like no one’s watching but because you don't care if anyone is But mostly I remember And that's enough cause that'll do when the pain lessens and the scar heals I remember because the best thing in the world is to be remembered and to be remembered well So I'll remember the songs sung and the roads travelled The stories told and poems read Flowers grown and new-fallen snows But mostly, I'll remember so that nothing will ever be forgot |