This is for my daughter Estelle.

She is twenty while I am nine.

She helps me cross into her future, so I won’t be left behind.

In the galaxy of her dreams, I am but one of many stars.

But in my constellation, she is the star that matters.

I lend her oversized clothes with my memories tucked in its pockets.

She lends me time unhurried, for casual chats about life in the speed of light.

Her laughter is the currency of my soul.

My tears are her portals to reality.

And we serve each other like best friends should

And we love each other more than poets can say

This is for my daughter Estelle.

She is twenty and I am nine.