I lost my father when I had only just stepped over the line into adolescence. It has been 11 years since he held me. When you lose someone to death you’re repeatedly told, “time heals all’. However, time only heals when it is used to do the work.
The time that has passed has urged me to find comfort in revisiting the moments we once shared. By recreating my precious memories of my father, I feel connected to him. I feel connected to who I imagine he would want me to be. I sit in the night, light candles, burn fires by the ocean and imagine the advice he would have for the adult me.
A candle lit
There is always a candle lit and flickering. On a dirty
table outside. Lit, even before the darkness
Falls. There is always a candle lit and flickering
Somewhere, with people gathered sometimes only
one, solitude and stillness not always
grief stricken, just pondering breathing. Letting
themselves catch up with life. Or vice versa. A small
moment with big impact. There is always a candle
Lit and flickering. Like the one we sat around
Together, losing the flow of conversation
In watching the dance of a single flame, the shade
Of heat and trails of smoke in the still
Air. Our words start up again. Usually
With a smile at a remembered moment. Followed
By a small grounding sound. Somewhere between
a laugh and a sob. There is always
A candle lit and flickering, dancing in the stillness
Of the night at first stars. I have sat, since your leaving
and told it my stories of you and how we used to convene
Huddle, reminisce and let our hearts
Be heard. How we used to be comfortable
in silence. I know now, ours was a silence with
a tone and a rhythm, a heartfelt silence
That offered all the love that the words
Missed. Tonight, I have lit a candle, and it is
Flickering but I cannot bare to sit by it. My solitude
Is not pondering, the grief too heavy for me
Tonight, to be still enough to feel. The ache
In my chest, the stiffness in my back in its
Original form of emotion. I want to sit
With you. By the little flame and watch it burn
I want to hear your sounds and feel
Your presence. Please forgive me
Tonight, I cannot sit by the candle
Tonight, it burns instead, dancing
and flickering alone. I wonder
If you can see it from all the way up there?
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