In Houston once, the candles running out
Before we got to Easter Vigil (late),
I held you up instead, and thought about
The name you sometimes hate.
I think about it now, when you’re too grown
To lift again like that: how on this night
You burn with oil, and this time on your own
Hold up your name to light.
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