I remember when you were so tiny
You were 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 very 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 reeling
On that 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 so 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
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC
I remember when you were so tiny
You were 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 very 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 reeling
On that 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 so 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
For my grandson
love
Jude