Remembering Chummy

For Chummy

Chummy in the mountains, 2013.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

We brought you from a desert far —

Girl Number Five on an eastbound jet —

But you didn’t quiver in the car,

And felt happy from the moment we met.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

We don’t have to wonder where you are —

You knew we loved you from the start,

When you didn’t even know your name yet.

And that is what we have to remember —

in 2018, in the month of December —

the fun and the charm and the fabulous kisses,

the waterfall trek and the lightning near-misses,

the dancing and leaping and running like mad,

daydreaming on beanbags on holidays we had,

or spotting wild turkeys, or spying on that cat.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

You shine for us still brightly

And nothing will ever outshine the love

That lives in our hearts, day and nightly.