The healing won’t begin soon enough.
Later, blessings will forget to do their rounds
No one really bothers to take note of the night, dew falling like it does,
Aims wordlessly for grass.
I remember the tiara the kids made for you
From all the fallen flowers in our backyard
But that gave us only so many smiles
to stuff the silence with
12 years of this and we just learn
how
children always try to mend broken things
Crumpled Stars 