For My Daughter in  General   

When I die choose a star
and name it after me
that you may know
I have not abandoned
or forgotten you.
You were such a star to me,
following you through birth
and childhood, my hand
in your hand.

When I die
choose a star and name it
after me so that I may shine
down on you, until you join
me in darkness and silence
together.

By David Ignatow

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Other poems by David Ignatow:

• For My Daughter
• The Bagel