Nine Candles Poem by Rocky Massie

Tonight upon a table
there are nine candles on a cake
Its filled with spice and marzipan
the best that Mum could bake

In a corner sits a rocking horse
six years since its been used
A ball, a bat, a cowboy suit
no items been re-used

I blew nine candles from that cake
I fought my tears, and how
For that's how old he would have been
if he'd been with us now

But the good Lord in his wisdom
took my little boy away
and I recall his smiling face
with nine candles on this day

I remember when my boy grew sick
the doctor shook his head
'Be brave' he said, 'and pray for him
for he may soon be dead'

I knelt down by my small son's bed
and he gently gripped my hand
He tried to smile but his eyes told me
that he did not understand

' Thank you Daddy for my birthday cake'
I heard him softly say
And as a tear rolled down my face
my small son passed away.

His words are with me to this day
and that is why I take
some spice, a little marzipan

and.........nine candles on a cake.