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There were more stars
In my childhood skies
Granddad would say that
Each was where the dead went
Pointing out his sister there
At the tip of a work-worn hand
I started to count, but I
Quickly ran out of names
And I think that I cried
For losing my place in the sky
But his soft old jacket embraced me
When you move to the city
You won’t see so many, he said
But they will all still know
All still know that you are there
Granddad, are some of them the dinosaurs?
Granddad, then what's a shooting star?
When you're dead so long do you get tired
And want to come back down?
And I think that I cried
For losing my place in the sky
And he lifted his pipe and he told me
That, I don't know
There were more stars
In my childhood skies
I loved Granddad's story
Much more than the science
I think that I cried
For losing my place in the sky
And his soft old jacket embraced me
~ Brendan Bonsack
