I show her br the stars. br br 'Are they ours? ' br she whispers. br br 'Only if we name them! ' br I answer br br as the Universe br undresses itself br before us. br br I name the stars br for her br br making up names br for the stars I don't know br br ...the names of. br br 'This one is yours...it's a Tilly star! ' br br I show her how br to hold it br br betweeen forefinger br & thumb br br gently br gently br br I tell her what br constellations are. br br Next night br the moon finds her br br arranging her collections br of pebbles shells & stones br br (taken from the mouth of rivers br taken from the sides of seas 0 br br adopting br a star's position br br mimicking each br constellation. br br 'I want to be able br to see them br even when br I can't see them! ' br br All that sunny Sunday br her constellation of shell & stone br br shone brightly br in the noon day sun.