Thursday, March 1, 2012

Star Dust

My mother-in-law passed away quietly today just short of her 93rd birthday. When she entered hospice care a few weeks ago, my 5-year-old grandson had conversations about life and death. Here is one.

Where was grandma before she grew 
in her mother's stomach?
In seeds in her parents' bodies,
waiting to be planted, I say.
Where was she before the seeds?

In star dust. 
Like you and me and everything.
And when she dies, 
where will she be?
Back to star dust again.
Oh! I love star dust!