17 July 2012
My uncle was a fluorescent tube, The pride of all our clan.
He worked in the kitchen of a fancy joint, Helping create the perfect flan.
My cousin was a lighthouse beacon, Saving fishermen by the score.
She worked alone and never ceased Gazing across the deep azure.
I'm a dim and lowly lightbulb I'm only thirty watts
But I'm placed upon an author's desk Shining light upon his thoughts.
Bertie • Opuss № I