I have grown to love this poem. I wrote this originally in response to a prompt. It was about my life in a squatter colony when I was a child, where the home has no electricity or running water.
The "light" in the poem could refer to the physical light itself, and, as I realised later, it could be a metaphor for the values that our parents taught us, without which, my path could have been vastly different.
photo by xandert
image from morguefile.com
the light from the single
pressure lamp in our hut
keeps the night at bay
keeps the barking dogs outside
there is no tv, no radio
to distract my school work
except the light will dim
after a while
and dad will pump the lamp every hour
to keep the kerosene flowing
feeding the flames,
and mum joins me at
the only table
mending a dress with what squares of fabric
while dad reads the day's papers
crumpled and smudged
from passing through
while outside in the village the dogs
“There is a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in.”
― Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968
Shared on Poetry Pantry #228 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2014
Labels: family, landscape, life, Night, Poetry, prompt, Singapore