C is for candles, burning brightly
Our parents loved their candles
The flickering flame lit,
Meant that the ordinary business of the day was complete
And time could flow unchecked by deadlines.
They would meet and sit
Chatting over the day –
Communion of a marriage.
Christmas candles held a special place
December 23rd – our ‘festival of light’
Where, on arriving at the house
From all corners of the country,
At all hours of the night,
We’d reconnect our lives –
Communion of a family.
Jo Hansen 