She wakes at 2am, and I stir too
When I stumble through, she’s coming out of the bathroom
Long cotton nightie, hair tousled, bleary eyed
Sleepy voiced but with no preamble, she asks,
‘Can we go outside and look at the stars?’
And I’ve never been asked before
At 2am, by a beautiful little person
To just go outside and look at the stars
There is nothing to be said but ‘yes’.
To a half awake, half asleep request
Soon we’re stepping softly on the stairs
Her small hand in mine
Because her eyes are still filled with sleep.
I’m imagining clear dark skies
Endless wonder of stars in an infinity above us
As we open the front door I instantly realise
That there are no stars tonight
Thick, grey clouds hang heavy and low
We step out together. Not a single star is visible
The summer garden is dark and silent
We stand, hand in hand
Just outside the front door
Looking up at the swirling grey
Just in my front garden with my little daughter.
Then I suggest ‘Let’s go inside’
She nods, and we turn around
Step back into the dim lights and soft sleep of our family
She smiles happily, ‘That was amazing!’
‘It was’ I agree. We didn't need stars.
It’s just us two, up at 2am
And her eyes are shining brighter than the North Star.