Death looses, ALWAYS!

Wind came and blew the candle light,
I cried, I closed my eyes, and prayed all night.
I woke up next day and lit the candle again,
An action, I thought, would diminish my pain.
Alas pain remained, so did sorrow,
Light blown yesterday I realize will not come tomorrow.
I try to protect the light using my  palm,
"Mercy," I beg to the wind and try to make it calm.
Wind blows, I worry, I let my eyes see,
Loved ones, nature and image of the Almighty.
My effort fails, light blows, but my memories are afresh,
Every one of them I hold on to and each one I cherish.
Wind comes again and blows the candle light,
This time, I smile, I close my eyes, and pray all night.

A poem for all who have lost their dear ones. Death can take our loved ones physical form away but not the memories we have, not the dreams we shared and definitely not the inscription of their name, identity, love and affection from out heart.