For My Memory

Light a candle for my memory
in a quiet chapel by the sea;
as day drifts into dusky night,
cup it in your hands and hold me tight;
as the stars begin to softly shine,
blow out the flame as you call it mine;
I am gone, but in your heart I remain
as long as you whisper gently my name.
So light a chapel's candle by the sea --
hold it out as a guide for my memory.

Stephen Wayne Anderson had been on death row at San Quentin, California, since 1981 when this poem appeared. His case was on appeal with the California Supreme Court. He wrote poetry with the hope that people might understand the humanity of inmates of death row.

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