Mother and daughter Stars

For the luxury of
a backyard,
a passage —
lights without end,
and but for one
to descend
and open.
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.

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, Dreams & Nightmares, and more. She has recently published a second poetry book, Dear Deepest Ghost, available through Amazon.

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