[Poem] The Galaxy Seller #ShirokumaLiteratureClub

At the Galaxy Seller station,
you asked for
a pinch of
Spica fragments,
sprinkled them on chocolate,
and popped them in your mouth.

As we say how delicious it is,
the galaxy spreads out with our breath.

Where shall we go from here?
I feel like we can go anywhere.

It's okay if we miss the train,
and it's okay if we ride past our stop.

To the places you want to see,
the universe expands as I tell you,
that this is your life.

At the Galaxy Seller station,
you asked for
a pinch of
Spica fragments,
and as I take a pinch,
teardrops spill out.

I am participating in the Shirokuma Literature Club project.

This poem was inspired by the image of going on a trip with my child. Your life, the things you want to see, the places you want to go—go anywhere you like.

Even if you are a little different from those around you, or if you can't keep the same pace, this is your life, and I, your dad, will be watching over you.