Back home in Chicago on Grandma's stoop out back the universe sat at my feet a wondrous sky speckled white in an infinite world of black and I with wandering eyes counted stars 32. 32 stars and the God of that universe sat still the summer air passing us by silence as his princess kept counting the stars and little gray flex went flying by. I'll never forget that summer day in all that I could count 32 stars and not repeat, never miss a beat
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:12
How beautiful. And what a lovely picture as well. Thank you for sharing this wonderful tribute. I really, really enjoyed listening to it. You definitely have a way with words. Thank you so much for sharing it on here with us