Tuesday, March 22, 2016

On Becoming a Star

When my children were young,
they played in the protective warmth
of my morning sun.
Later, in my clear afternoon light,
I taught them endless lessons
on room cleaning & report writing.
Learning well,
they ventured from me.
The evening of adolescence had come.
Now, in a night sky I glow,
a distant beacon of light,
a constant of love,
a star,
guiding the way  home.

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