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his view of the stars

by Maria Francesca

at five
he knew
he knew nothing
and the world
was awash with possibility
and he
could be anything
and grown-ups
were super heroes who

could drive cars
could fix hurts
could help him reach the stars.

at fifteen
he knew
he knew everything
and the world
was just waiting for him to point the way
and he
could be everything
and grown-ups
were super villains who

could withhold the car keys
could cause hurts
but couldn't keep him from reaching the stars.

at thirty-five
he knew
he knew nothing
and the world
was just waiting to swallow him whole
and he
could control nothing
and yet he
was a super hero who

could shelter his family
could fix his children's hurts
could help them reach the stars.

at fifty-five
he knew
he knew everything
and the world
was built by men like him
and he
had mastered his world
and there were
no more super heroes -

just his home
just his family
just his view of the stars.


at eighty-five
he knew
he knew nothing
and the world was bigger
and stranger
than he could have imagined
and he
could control nothing
and his children
were super heroes who

could shelter him
could care for his hurts
could still see the stars

in his eyes.

03/02/2007

Posted on 03/03/2007
Copyright © 2022 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Frank Lee on 03/03/07 at 04:55 AM

This is amazing, funny how quick life is and how it is so circular.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/03/07 at 03:22 PM

Wonderful cohesiveness to this life's story! Speaks well of the different perspectives we have as we walk down this path. Thank you so much.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/03/07 at 03:59 PM

Somehow, this reminds me of Neil Gaiman. I have no idea why, but that's definitely a good thing, at any rate.

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