Summer 2015: Poetry
The Stars in Your Voice
by Cindy Hines
You were the footsteps in the hall, the voice like the first evening star, the hands that smoothed my blankets when monsters tried to grab me as I ran through a dark house. You were there to rub my back and to sing light into the room. You knelt beside me and whispered the secret for warding off monsters: “Don’t go into the house.” How I wish I could teach you the secret you once taught me and save you from the dark house filled with sharp-clawed monsters merely by the stars you lit in my voice.
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