A Glowing Memory by an Anonymous Poet
A flick of a match The glow of a flame
A flick of a match The glow of a flame
Every Shabbos after I light candles, I look at them.
I see the candles glowing bright, as it shines so
Once upon a time there lived a girl whose name
Isaac was a simple man. He kept Shabbat, but never
On Friday night A small flame’s light Fills my home
I’m scared as I see What the blizzard did to
BH The Shabbos light, Still burning bright, All through the
BH I was running around camp, and it was an
I shut the door softly. But it was too late.