newLOVE: spending time with a shooting star

A Poem for Baby R.

a star sometimes comes just to wish upon

no sooner beheld than to be gone

too wondrous, too precious, too rare to seek

too brilliant, too burning, too quick to keep

sweeping the heavens with a graceful arc

they rob sad corners of all their dark

then quietly flicker off into the night

and leave in our hearts an eternal light

Thank you, R., for being my star today.

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