Stars by Carol Miller for National Poetry Month

Carol 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 )

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.