The light glows from off m desk
The illuminated room unlike the rest
As I sit in m humble nest
The candle burns and it slowly drips
But it is not the candle that facsinates me
But the part that's been handed from my family
The hand crafted holder with its simplicity
Made from a fine wood oof just one strip
From my Grandpa's abode
Living along the country road
He worked for no one he owed
Only giving, and for his great legacy
He left behind all his things
So future generations could bring,
This work of art after his passing
And for a monuement in the family
Now as I enjoy the light so deep
It helps me at night to go to sleep
It makes me proud to have the holder to keep
As I was handed the gift I smiled
So when I'm older, I can tell the tale
My Grandpa's thought and work to hail
As for the tradition, I will not fail
I will give the candle holders to my child