Show Him Every Star


For the first time,  I cradle him

he is dense and warm like a loaf of  freshly baked bread

The smell of life


to take shape

envelops me in a puff


coral wind

as  planets curl and twist

on the horizon

 I show him where the soil turns

and softens in the rain

so that beauty may bloom

He too

was once a bud

waiting to come forth

in the tender light of June

“Show Him Every Star” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse

Artwork by Bene Rohlmann:

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