Your Portrait.

I painted Alicia's portrait and have it on my bedroom wall. She liked 'tee lights' so I have one burning underneath it sometimes. This poem, written for the writers group refers to something which actually happened shortly after I hung her portrait.

Your portrait.

Your portrait hangs on my bedroom wall,

It glows in the light from a candle below,

But I’m under the covers unable to pray,

Or even to think. Why do I hurt this way?

The candelight flickers as if preparing to die

As you did that once, with barely a sigh.

“ Oh Alicia,” I exclaim, “Leave me some light,

Don’t leave me alone, nor fade from my sight.”

I start to rise up, some matches to find,

When the flame re-ignites, and the candle burns bright.

Cold darkness disperses, as do sadness and pain.

In my heart, your image, glows warm once again.

I slide under the covers, I’m now able to pray;

But a prayer without thoughts, or even words I can say.

For your heart and mine are now lit from above,

In the prayer we two share… the prayer we call ‘Love!’