She remembers her father pointing to the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper; she would scrunch up her nose, squint, trying real hard to see what he could see. Those were times she still looked up to him as her hero. Thank goodness for fond memories of star gazing nights with him.
Heeds directions
unravelling star shaped bears
gazing at the stars
© Tournesol ’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
One holds on to those few special moments.
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so true:)
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Very well written Haiku.
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Thanks so much:)
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I can relate to this very much …. as father of four children and a bunch of grandchildren, I love to gaze at the stars and point them to the constellations and other bright stars …. it’s great.
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Ah yes, I can see you explaining so well with much patience too! You are always so patient and kind as a mentor, I can only imagine as a papa or Grandpapa:)
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I have to confess that it’s difficult for me to pick out the constellations!
Stargazing
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Well now, I have to admit, more pleasant is the feat deciphering Little Bear when you have a friend by your side.
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The planets Venus and Jupiter are bright and moving closer in our June sky this year. Not stars, I know, but…my father would get out his telescope and we’d take turns looking at the moon!
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Oh but it is just as exciting!!! and even moreso in August…those were times I shared with my husband lying on the grass until dawn pointing to the shooting stars of august and pleiades
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