Of Moon and Stars

My Mom and Dad

He hung the moon for her

and she lit up his night sky.

He jumped over a piano,

and down from the stage,

to meet her

when he saw her walk in.

So much love,

yet their life was hard.

She stayed with him

through it all.

When he died,

she held his fedora to her chest

and walked up and down 

along the creek,

for hours,

crying.

The sky had gone dark.

So much love,

so much regret -

so much to grieve.

My dad played alto sax and clarinet in bands all his life. My mom walked into one of the dances, seventeen, a beauty, long blonde hair falling down her back, and he did jump over the piano and down from the bandshell to meet her when he saw her walk in, a fact my mom smiled over all her life.  

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