we hadn’t travelled very far
When my daughter pointed to the sky and said,
“Look! a shooting star!”
A little further down the beach...
as if miraculously planned...
Glowing in the waning moonlight...
a starfish
in the sand.
“Could this be the same star
we saw shoot across the night?”
I smiled at her innocence and said,
“I bet you’re right.”
I shall never forget her smile
on the beach that early morn
when she discovered the secret...
of how starfishes are born.
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