He Admires the Constellations from Heavenly Outer Space

God created stardust with his bare hands,

and told the particles where to stand to shine the brightest in the sky,

Then constellations were made.

Constellations were born, but then stars will die.

If my little brother is anywhere, he’s in Heavenly outer space

Naming every constellation as we speak.

His bright blue eyes swimming in a sea of stars

Able to dictate the age of each star,

Which constellation they belong in,

And how many there are surrounding him.

An astronomer, he could be in Heaven, but what about

He himself becoming a star in the sky

To join the constellations, he admired so much.

Or maybe, just maybe,

He became the star he was always destined to be in life.

Maybe he is the star shining the brightest in the sky,

Trying his best to wave hello at me all the way down here on Earth.

Sometimes, I wonder, if during your journey through Heavenly cosmic space

Do you think about me? Do you think about mom?

Do you think about all of us?

because we are always thinking about you,

Every moment of every day.

Rocco J. Mona