soft gentle chirps
the still quiet evening
echoes the sounds of night

the moon shining bravely
against a twinkling backdrop

he looks up to me
with innocent dark brown eyes
his hand in mine

while gesturing to look
with an outstretched arm
his voice faintly whispers

daddy
the stars are walking with us

his hand so small
so tender
yes son
they do

i grasp his hand
i don’t want this time
to pass too fast
but i know it shall