My Christmas candles just overflowed,
and now I have to clean melted wax
from the top of my bookshelf.
And I remember the Christmas we were
laughing because the kids got wax
on the carpet by pulling over a candle.
We were lucky no one got hurt, and
at first you were very angry, but I
managed to make you laugh.
It's a flash bulb memory I have of you.
Of us and our time as a family.
It's funny how our life together turned
out like so much melted wax,
a nuisance to clean up
and the smudge
and melted wax.
© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2012