The Star
The wintry star lights many we had seen,
A family mountain trip was complete,
All feast was eaten and all mess was cleaned,
Dad snuck out for decor in an act sweet.
But a wheel twisting left him on the floor,
Hurt, shocked and still he reached outward in hope,
Praying to God to give him one day more,
A call was made and all family groped.
But thirteen days dad struggled to survive,
My sister and I days on end did cry,
The knocks on the door each day helped us thrive,
As we closed our eyes each night we asked why.
But grateful we are that we came so far,
For soon dad came home to put up the star.
-Jessie Smith
