I look up at the sky and wonder is she’s there, beyond the blanket of stars where mortal men can’t see. If I peel away the covers of night, would she be standing, smiling at me? Would she show me all the wonders of the universe that I’ve only seen in dreams? As she showed me when I was young, would she teach me the secrets woven in the blanket of stars? Would my mother nurture me, and raise me into the life that only comes when the blanket of stars calls me to my final rest?