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dragonyphoenixCarol used to work for my Dad and since he's here holding my hand through a medical scan, seems like a perfect time to introduce one of her poems.
STARS by Carol Miller
for Celine
I can't even
begin to go there -
I'd rather be with
than without you.
And besides all that
you're still HERE.
Once we watched the stars.
Too much beauty can blind -
that's why stars become
hard and far, patient
and polished:
to be wished upon.
When we were brave
we held them in
our delicate hands.
When we have more love
than we know
how to hold
we squeeze it
and scare it away.
Love creates
constellations,
and wisdom allows us
to see them.
I learned this from you.
If tomorrow
is a no-show (the
morning broken and blue),
I'll lean out my window
and look for you -
I'll know where you are.
I'll wait for you,
my Morning Star...
One of my favorite stories of Carol comes from when she was in the hospital. After being raised on her grandmother's farm, Carol found the sounds of chickens clucking comforting. So she sat in her hospital bed clucking to herself until the nurses asked her to stop because she was disturbing the other patients.
STARS by Carol Miller
for Celine
I can't even
begin to go there -
I'd rather be with
than without you.
And besides all that
you're still HERE.
Once we watched the stars.
Too much beauty can blind -
that's why stars become
hard and far, patient
and polished:
to be wished upon.
When we were brave
we held them in
our delicate hands.
When we have more love
than we know
how to hold
we squeeze it
and scare it away.
Love creates
constellations,
and wisdom allows us
to see them.
I learned this from you.
If tomorrow
is a no-show (the
morning broken and blue),
I'll lean out my window
and look for you -
I'll know where you are.
I'll wait for you,
my Morning Star...
One of my favorite stories of Carol comes from when she was in the hospital. After being raised on her grandmother's farm, Carol found the sounds of chickens clucking comforting. So she sat in her hospital bed clucking to herself until the nurses asked her to stop because she was disturbing the other patients.