March 11th.
2021
Digital Drawing
The Milky Way
She often said I
was made of stars. Star dust she
would whisper softly
She joined him on a
wave off the Oregon coast
From here I can see
them together now
as they dance on windy tops
sparkling in moonlight.
On the other hand
my father’s turn came last March
deep in the Swiss Alps
Where are we from, we
would ask him as children? A
twinkle in Dad’s eye.
Forever now he
remains the twinkle in my
crisp clear baby blues.
(Forever now he
remains the twinkle in the
near by Milky Way)
She often said I
was made of stars. Star dust she
would whisper softly
She joined him on a
wave off the Oregon coast
From here I can see
them together now
as they dance on windy tops
sparkling in moonlight.
On the other hand
my father’s turn came last March
deep in the Swiss Alps
Where are we from, we
would ask him as children? A
twinkle in Dad’s eye.
Forever now he
remains the twinkle in my
crisp clear baby blues.
(Forever now he
remains the twinkle in the
near by Milky Way)
All images copyright caroline tavelli-abar •.