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In Their Name

  1990

Yours was a face like any other man

You loved and lost in ways only understood by few

Who am I to judge you when I can’t judge myself for who I am

I think I understand your pain

So I light this candle in your name

 

She lay there holding her newborn child

Wondering if she’d be around long enough to see him smile

Scorned by so many but who would carry the cross of guilt she has to bare

I think I understand her pain

So I light this candle in her name

 

I hold it high enough to touch the sun

And I hope it lights your way to heavens door

It doesn’t really matter what you’ve done

That’s not what it’s for

It’s for love

 

A child, grandmother, a woman or a man

A neighbor, nurse, lawyer, or your closest friend

To see the ones you love die a little every day and all along you never knew

I think I understand your pain

So I light this candle in your name

     AIDS ... back in 1990 it was becomming very real for many people. I was one of those people. One of my best friends passed away from the disease in February of 1990. When he became really sick, or when he opened up and told friends and loved ones that he was ill, the ignorance of the disease back then made so many people he loved stay away from him out of fear, just when he really needed them. The big "gay blame" was also happening at this time as well. I was with him when he died and I wrote this shortly after my friend passed away. 

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