Sometimes I remember we are made from stardust
flesh and soul,
I think of how breathtaking, vulnerable and resilient we are
and I think of how life and death clings to our bones
It’s morning and the rain is falling down
the sky is breaking out in pale orange and blue hues
I miss summer, I miss seeing the stars and I miss you
I am full of grief and gratitude
Despite the winter gloom, this is a good beginning
mastering my fate weighs heavy on my mind
I am the dream and the dreamer running up hills and running out of time
a poetess finding her place among a great line
This Christmas, a piece of our hearts will ache
the children will sing carols and I will sing my own song
our minds will take notes
then gift us with memories and a pocketful of hope
