for Kyra
Tonight when I light the candle
and say your name, I notice
how you have lit me—
with your words, your voice,
the way you clap your hands
at the smallest of joys.
Because you’ve given me
light you’ve gathered from
the darkest of places,
I will never be the same.
Again and again, you have lit me
as if my life is beeswax
and love is the wick and
your courageous life is flame.