While reading the words “stars weep” in a poem,
he was transported back in time
to a time his dad sang to him:
Stars are the windows of heaven where angels peep through.
Up in the sky they keep an eye
On kids like me and you.
They cry each time we are naughty;
Their teardrops are the rain.
But when we’re good they are smiling
And they shine again.
He looked out the window and saw the rain,
but to the best of his knowledge he hadn’t been
naughty. Perhaps the rain was a reminder of
the sadness he felt thinking of his dad going
away so soon, so very soon leaving the memory
of a children’s song and a longing
for his dad’s voice.