Chanukah

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Chanukah

It was thin and made of tin,

With colored, waxy candles,

It stood shimmering on the sill,

By the window with the handles.

Each chanukiah after that,

Could somehow not compete,

With that simple, hidden glow,

From Antiochus’ defeat.

Metal, Silver, Porcelain, Glass,

None could hold a candle,

To that brassy, tinny thing,

By the window with the handles. 

Watching now my dancing flames,

Curled wisps of memory appear,

Every wick and every flicker,

Spanning all these seventy years.

So glimmer on oh sacred lights,

But I’ll always see within,

Those skinny, colored candles,

And my menorah made of tin.