I Lit A Candle Poem by Stephen Harris

I lit a candle in memory of your loss.
A solitary sentinel that held its torch high,
burning bright for the child that so briefly lived.
And so I sat in silent vigil of heartfelt hurt,
watching the braided cotton wick that wore ashen cloth
and wept waxen tears in a shared dress of mourning.
Till lying low, eyes levelling with flickering flame
that danced with slightest draught unfelt by naked flesh,
I saw within its gentle sway a sign of life unending.
For that tiny light that flourished in my darkened room,
so small, yet bright, becoming a star in a starless void,
was heaven owned, and now formed, remained undying.