A Box Of Chanukah Lights

Poem By Lewis Eron

Despite the math
Forty four candles are never enough
To last the entire eight nights of Chanukah.
At least one is broken or lacks a wick
Or won’t ignite
To remind us
that
even when we win
people die
and when peace comes
our box
can never really
be full again.

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