He was not a man

of earthly riches

He was patient

in his daily toil.

He did his best

to help my mother

who imposed her will

on him every day

Although all week

he was brow beaten

when it was time

to bless our meal

he was the king

of our little abode.

And it will be my

everlasting memory

To see him share

the bread and

bless the wine.

In the light of two candles