The poem, as I experienced it, is about life within this life. The first four lines are about the grief I feel still 12 years later for the loss of my son, Matt, and others in my family. The last line was a weak attempt at resolving the grief for that moment. I picked up a candle that my youngest son, Patrick, and his now husband, gave my husband and I for Christmas last year. And the last line here jolted its way into my heart. I am honored to have this poem appear on tinywords.
Thank you Marilyn – you offer an image that speaks to my grief still raw from my wife's death. And I find your last line strong, not weak, as indeed we reach into life for that which we need to carry us on. Oh, indeed I love this life!