Father, Son, Stars, Loss (for Bobby)

by S Francis

I start to count them and stop
Not because there are too many
But because I cannot hold them
Accountable; the code sparkled
From their eternal glow calls
Me to be accountable to my life:


Precious. Let us look, son,
Out the window in quiet prayer
This loss, inexplicable,
Weighs down our hearts
Until sleep pardons us this day.
Tomorrow we can wake and run.

Father, Son, Stars, Loss (for Bobby)

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