Shimmer

The metal shimmers in the sun.
The light catches her eye
And her little hand reaches out to grab it.
A man in his youth,
A man my daughter will never meet.
She will know the stories
She will know his face.
And one day she will see
That he is no longer of this place
But somewhere better,
Somewhere brighter.
The image of him sparkles in the sun
Like the place where he looks down on us from.

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