Off to the market we will go
It is the one joy of the week I have left
Then I'll walk to my house on the row
A few loaves of bread,maybe a fish
Then there's the faces of friends
At the end of the day when all is done
And I have made all my amends
In the silence of the walk home
Thoughts are of my son long gone
Each day he is missed
I light a candle in my window
Pretending he is still here
Sleep overcomes me
As I watch the flame dance
On the wick of the candle in my window
~Moses~
© 2008 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
2 comments:
What a wonderful treasure I have found. My time is always small, so just a glimps of the beauty you have captured through a lens will inspire me throughout the day.
Beautiful, Moses: Poetry and foto.
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