Star Child

You guided me little star

To a place far away from my girlhood

Where the streets become roads

And cities become trees 

My friends but fleeting faces

My father’s voice, a raspy thing

Are you lonely up there?

I think I’m getting cold here

Perhaps you, a celestial being

Does not feel it, always burning

There’s an ache settling in my bones

And my feet have grown so tired

My calloused hands washed wrinkly

My hair, thinned with threads of silver

Perhaps it is time for me to head West

And follow the sun back to eternal summer

Scatter my ashes in the Pacific, child

Such that I may hold both my mother’s hand and yours

I swear I was never too lonely

Still, I hope you will visit me