Things Remembered
My Grandpa saw the stars at night.
They twinkled brilliantly bright.
My Dad saw less stars in his youth.
He never questioned his truth.
I stare up at our night sky and see
How many stars?
Two? Three?
What am I leaving for my legacy?
A night sky glazed as far as the eye can see.
A night sky blander than the sea.
The moon alone shines for me.
What will shine for our posterity?
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