*I remember when you were tiny
So fascinated by the moon
We hung a sky of golden stars
On the ceiling of your room.
You tied strings from star to star
Making star patterns yet unknown.
Became a bedtime spaceman.
That in your stars you roamed.
I think of the first time
You went outside in dark of night
To look at the spangled heavens
And Bathe in their magic light.
Your wide eyes saw earth’s ceiling
With a billion stars so bright.
It send your tiny heart reelling
On the clear and wondrous night.
The stars told you they loved you
Every planet star and all
But you were frightened of them
They made you feel so small.
You could not change the constellations
In the space beyond the sky.
And the feeling of being tiny
Almost made you cry.
But listen little traveler.
There’s something you must know
The minute that you were born on earth.
A new star began to glow.*
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
*I remember when you were tiny
So fascinated by the moon
We hung a sky of golden stars
On the ceiling of your room.
You tied strings from star to star
Making star patterns yet unknown.
Became a bedtime spaceman.
That in your stars you roamed.
I think of the first time
You went outside in dark of night
To look at the spangled heavens
And Bathe in their magic light.
Your wide eyes saw earth’s ceiling
With a billion stars so bright.
It send your tiny heart reelling
On the clear and wondrous night.
The stars told you they loved you
Every planet star and all
But you were frightened of them
They made you feel so small.
You could not change the constellations
In the space beyond the sky.
And the feeling of being tiny
Almost made you cry.
But listen little traveler.
There’s something you must know
The minute that you were born on earth.
A new star began to glow.*