Friday, March 7, 2014

Remembering my Father on his Birthday


My father bought me stars,
a small constellation
splayed across wax paper,
picked from a wooden bin
between clothesline and fuses
at Carpenter and Webber’s Hardware.

One by one
he pasted them
on the ceiling above my bed.
“Leave the shades up today,
then when it’s nighttime,
the stars will come out.”

At 7:30 the Lone Ranger
began his fight for law and order
on the white Crosley
next to my bed,
where I lay safe

beneath my very own galaxy.

1 comment:

  1. The galaxy set in order by a carpenter's hand and enhanced by a hero's story?
    Lovely images.
    Linda O.