It's Still Life

As Bright as Heaven’s Candle

My dad always
left the porch light on for me,
though Mum said
it was so I didn’t
stand by the front door,
kissing my boyfriend
and giving neighbours
something to talk about.

But I knew better.
Dad didn’t care
about the neighbours;
he only cared that
I came home safe,
and I reckon God
keeps a candle burning for me
at heaven’s door, like Dad did —
waiting for my safe return home.

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