Passing the Torch

[-J-]

Dedicated with the utmost honor, respect and love.

(Song in my head: Stephen Sondheim - "Old Friends")


The kindling arrived --
sitting quietly
and not contrived --

It was delivered
most politely
while I shivered --

I played along
as you danced and sang
your sanguine song --

I was uncouth --
silent counterpoint
to your silent truth.

I would not have denied
if I had been asked --
but in silence I lied --

I never knew
that hateful kindling
was meant for you.

But fight I did
with another lie --
I never should have hid.

Then you struck the spark
not with open flames
but a chance remark --

Now you are aware
you have lit a fire
I am proud to share.