For Jill

the gift of hope is given
much by chance;
for none may know how
each other heart sings
its dawning light.

yet most precious of all is
the one who dares –
who takes the tiny dying star
and gives it wings
to help it shine anew.

i cannot imagine a world
without her gift
so gentle in its touch
the softest nudge
of mother to her cub.

this star shall ever shine
as bright as day.
the hope she gave me
here in my heart’s grasp
swathed in thanks.

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