¶ … Flames of my Father
The object that I have in mind burns brightly when you light it, emits a warm and comforting glow, can be colorful, is traditionally designed as slim, can possibly give off a pleasant scent when lit (aromatherapy). It is multi-faceted with different layers, and has a flame.
I wanted to compare a candle with my father, because I cannot think of any other person who resembles a candle (figuratively speaking, of course). Like a candle, every time my father enters a room, he lights it up by being an incredibly kind, decent, and social person who is not afraid to talk to anyone, not even total strangers. His warm-hearted personality he inherited from his mother, my paternal grandmother. Candles are traditionally slim, and my father happens to be a naturally slim person (it runs on his side of the family). My father has many layers like a candle, but can also be rather predictable day-to-day. Most candles have a nice smell, and my father wears nice cologne/after-shave, which is a comforting, familiar smell. Candles have flames, and when ever my father gets angry, watch out; his temper can almost bypass that of a burning flame.
My father, slim as an elegant and stately candle
Burns brightly - hot temperament - but usually warm, kind, and loving.
He will burn you when he's angry,
But that flame doesn't blaze too often.
My father, layered and multi-faceted,
Like a candle he can light up the darkness when he enters a room,
Afraid of no one, he befriends all and makes them soon his friends,
Just like the comforting candle in the window, that welcomes us home.
My father, scented and colorful,
Like the after-shave he wears that comforts me and smells familiar,
No matter when I see him, he is always glad to see me.
He is my father, the candle, the warmth, the love, and the comfort of his presence.
