Serene silence all around,
the crunch of snow the only sound
With air clear calm and cold
fresh takes of tales recycled, old
Under the same ancient moon
lighting paths to mankind’s boon
I found the ladies tree
and said some words for you from me
I lit three wicks
in honor of the ridiculous
Which to me meant the maiden.
I honored the time you and I played in.
The jokes and laughter;
the wicked flashbacks after.
The rubber ducky launches
the backup you’re staunchest
I lit two wicks in honor of the mother.
And for your two sides emotional, other.
Your brilliance and wit,
tempered by a mind fit
And a love I felt from places remote.
And a mind keen to share and emote.
I lit one wick to call to the crone.
The wisdom and intelligence you made your own.
I smiled in silence and a small bit of sadness
But overwhelmingly serenity peace and gladness.