The Christmas Star

A brilliant point of light 

Is how astronomers described it

A rare celestial event 

Viewed by generations so long ago 

Their kin can’t remember their names

Cars lined the breakwater

Headlights off so our eyes could adjust

There it burned 

Briefly after sunset but soon 

was swallowed up by greedier stars 

More dependable, committed to their routines 

That’s how it felt 

The news of your Complete Response 

Like a brilliant point of light 

That was soon swallowed up by 

Greedier, more routine appointments

Three Month Scans, and MRIs and follow ups in between

We saw it though didn’t we?

Everyone bundled apart from their eyes

That poked out of knitted scarves and wooly hats 

Elbows locked and heads tilted upward

Separate, sparkling, distinct 

In the Southwest facing sky

It won’t be news generations from now

But that night we witnessed a miracle

I know we did