Each night,
before going to bed,
he stepped outside
to check the sky.
On clear nights
he would wait
under the roof of stars,
hoping to witness
a meteorite.
If one streaked
across his view,
he imagined it to be
a special message
from his son,
waiting up there,
for him to join him.
© 2017 Richard Havenga
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