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Today I Lit A Candle
by Joan SerratelliToday I lit
a candle
for my father
and as I said the Kaddish,
I cried
He would have been 86 today
I looked up
to the heavens
and thought
how good it was
that he didn't live
to see
what I've become
He only saw
my virtues
he never saw my pain
he didn't live
long enough
to see
what happened to me
Today I lit
a candle
for my father
and cried
and wished that
he was here
Happy birthday Daddy!
and rest in peace
know that
I always loved you
and that
will never change
12/03/2006 Author's Note: This is a repost. It is my late Dad's birthday. I just lit his "birthday" candle and I guess I need to share how dear he was (and still is) to me. He will remain in my heart and thoughts forever.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!
Posted on 12/03/2006
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Tony Young on 12/04/06 at 01:03 AM "I looked up to the heavens and thought how good it was that he did'nt live to see what I've become". Beautifull statement you've made here Joan but I guess Seymour has read this many times.
I guess he loves you for whom you are, for you've become whom you are, ones illness is not considered between father and daughter as a no go area. Am so pleased you re-posted this one J, the magical world of the 2 d's dad's and dystonia. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/04/06 at 05:40 AM This is new again. Tributes like this never fade away...like our memories of these loved ones. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/07/06 at 02:41 AM Joan, your father saw you through the eyes of love and would accept and love you because you are his daughter. What you said here is beautiful and it's wonderful you remember him on each birthday. This way, when you meet him in Heaven, you can hand the candle to him and celebrate you're being together.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/07/06 at 03:10 AM "Today I lit a candle for my father" - beautiful poetic beginning to a love that endures beyond all things. Nicely done. |
| Posted by Kristi Paik on 12/07/06 at 10:08 PM "he didn't live to see what I've become He only saw my virtues" you always find a way to make me cry haha. a toast to your father who raised one hell of a great woman |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 03/05/09 at 12:44 AM Oh, he knows your heart and the beautiful you are beyond whatever may be the pain. Your words exude love... |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/11/09 at 12:37 PM And the glow of this candle is evident in you, in your kind spirit, in your talent and your poems. And this is what he sees and what we see. May your pain be lessened by the love you give and by the love sent you, precious one. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 03/11/09 at 12:38 PM I love this tribute! |
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