Mother and daughter Stars
by Meg Smith
For the luxury of
a passage —
lights without end,
and but for one
Even from here,
it is clear—
all stars are
from mothers and daughters.
They beget that light,
and scatter it
into the manmade
fold of night.
© 2018 Meg Smith
Meg Smith is a poet, journalist, dancer, and events
producer living in Lowell, Mass. Her poetry has appeared or has been
accepted to The Cafe Review, Star*Line, Illumen, Pudding,
& Nightmares, and more. She has recently published a
poetry book, Dear
Deepest Ghost, available through Amazon.
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