Longing

As Chanukah is approaching I find myself longing for what I will never know again.
I will never again see my father light the menorah, or hear him sing by the candlelight. The pain of that knowledge, is pain that I’m still unfamiliar with.
Like most of us, my childhood wasn’t perfect but the sweet little moments that live in my memory, overshadow all that was imperfect.

12×12

Acrylic on canvas.