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watching the stars with my son |
In the deep dead of night, its just me and you Lying head to head, way we always do Your bright eyes gaze up, you point overhead Say "Look, Mommy! Stars are hanging over my bed!" To me all those stars looked exactly the same But you set me straight, said they all needed names Mommy and Jordan, Lulu, Lolo and Fred Were just a few of the stars that gleamed over your bed Cheap dollar store stars that shone green in the gloom But you said heaven was there in your bedroom Time went too fast in the way that it will So much life to be lived, so much time left to kill But an error in judgement, just a moment of doubt And on a dark road alone, all your time would run out I couldn't live with your absence until I learned how And although its different, I'll take it, so now... In the deep dead of night, its still me and you Lying on our backs, way we always do Your eyes cannot see, so I point instead Say "Look baby! stars are hanging over our head!" I come to this place, to the tomb where you sleep And lie down near you on the hard, cold concrete The only place left where I am unencumbered I am free and at peace in this place where you slumber I call to you softly and I wait in the silence For a breath, a whisper, for some sort of guidance And though you're right there, I know you won't speak Still I wait and I wait for the peace that I seek The stars twinkle down from their place in the sky And I smile to imagine that when you flew by You had time to stop, meet them all one by one That they bathed you in light, and sent you on to the Son I watch them alone now, not afraid in the slightest Cause I'm sure that one's you, the one shining the brightest. Angela Ebanks, for my beloved Jordan, 1990 - 2013 |