Out I wandered, as I often do,
to sit and think and dream
in the dark of night.
I find comfort in the curtain of the sky.
Sometimes I try to count the stars
although I know they are unquantifiable.
This night, however, was different.
When I turned my head up
to begin my enumeration
there were just a few visible
to the frail human eye unaided,
hanging like pearls
strung on an unseeable silken web.
One, two, three…
I counted all I could see.
I wondered for awhile
on why such a small number,
with each so distinctly glowing,
and finally realized what should have been
There was a star, shining,
for every year of your life,
and I smiled to know
that even the cosmos was celebrating
the wonder that was you.
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Remembering my son in the stars.