poetry and songs
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Our celebrations were small affairs
with one or two present at most,
like the welcome my wife and daughter
gave the New Year, with carefully
prepared round, sand-filled trays,
candles of all shapes and heights arranged
until the moment ignited and light
generously swirled and flowed
out and in our eyes
linked in wonder.
Or the birthdays of simple homemade
stirrings of cakes, smiles, and wings.
Now they fill my dark nights
with soft flickerings.