How My Father Is Like A Nebula
Not only how he hangs spiralling over
Even when not in sight (I am distracted, it's daytime)
Or how he feels very far away and of course is so
And possibly is extinct - yes, really gone - and has been for a
Though the light of him is still coming back to me
And to others who understand him differently
As an astronomer might or even another star.
These similarities must do for now as I lie here nightbound
Wishing I could remember the thing about nebulae -
The important thing, the thing that would make me understand
How it is they are like my father and how that might might help.
Ruth S Baker
If you have any thoughts about this poem, Ruth S. Baker would
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