June 13, 2017


Tapers on the sofa table

Gently lit the room

For it was night.


While mother slept,

Father and I enjoyed the gentle candle light

And stories from another time and place.


We needed no warmth

From those candles, though.

That came from father’s heart.


He knew I’d be waiing.

I knew he’d come.

Sleep didn’t come easily to him.


We spent hours together

He shared so many stories

Oa life as a boy,family,the farm…


Tales of many generations

Retold in the gently lit room

Well into the night.


Tears come as I share this

But not of sadness,

All of joy!


As we retired for the night,

I waited for his sounds of sleep

Before taking to my bed.


He is gone now,

But my memories still bring

Love, peace, and rest!


By Martha L Shaw – © 2017


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