Originally published in LLL of New Mexico’s Enchantment
I never got to meet you,
Little, tiny almost-child;
You slipped away
To the stars and the moon
And didn’t come back
To tell Mommy how beautiful they were.
Your big brother
And your not-so-big brother
And your great big Daddy
Were ready to love you;
Ready to let their hearts grow,
Ready to play and tease and wonder
What you thought about them.
So, as I look at the stars and the moon
Could you please let me know
How beautiful they are;
Because sometimes it’s hard
For me to see them at all
Without you here to hold my hand.
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