Lighting the Yarhzeit Candles for My Grandparents
Sitting in the kitchen,
I was eleven.
You were forty-five.
I felt wise
and close to you
so I said,
"You were happy
that they died.""Dad, they were bad
to you."
I saw water
in your eyes.
"Yes, they're
your parents,"
I said.
"But I know
it's good
that they died."