The SPace

I light a white candle for each of you

for innocence, for loss.

I light a red candle

for myself

for blood for my Gethsemane.

White for your Golgotha

for the quietness when you speak

for childhood that is gone.

Red for tears we owe ourselves

for screams you held inside.

White for the heroine who took the blame

to save the younger ones.

Red for sorrow

light for witnessing, for tomorrow.

A genuflection to honour the Calvary we have walked

for every word of your struggle to tell.

White for the trust that has taken

red for courage and pain.

White for the fight to continue

for fragments of hope

for truth, for your children

and their children who will have the power

to say, No.