all those candles
hung over the rafters
of the kitchen
waver when the
door is open
and shut
as if he is coming
back to cut their wicks
if only we knew
how to calm
these bees
or could learn the slow
drone of harvesting
wax, of not getting stung
this was his way
to light the darkness
not ours
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Marguerite's father was a candle maker and passed away when she was 27. Shortly after his passing, the Governor of Montreal asked Marguerite to come over to the "new world" to teach, which became her first step to becoming instrumental in the Catholic educational system of Montreal.
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