Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems

Dimming Lights

By Ceil Katz

For most Chanukah is a joyous time
with dreidels, gifts and latkes.
We once had
but since you have died,
my heart is heavy and sad.

Outwardly the Chanukah candles
are glimmering bright
but inside of me burns only
a shimmer of blurred light.

Wherever you are my dearest son
I pray you are at peace
seeing the menorah lights
giving me strength to get
through these dim and dark
eight days.

TCF, Southampton, 1998

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