The stars at Night
There is a young child, aged but seven springs
Her father takes her in his arms and swings
Her high above his gray head.
And the young child, only in her seventh year
Reaches for the moon's bright sphere
Then she tries to catch the stars.
High in the crisp night air, hanging suspended
Supported by his two long arms extended
She strives to touch the night sky.
The child thinks no sight
So lovely as the stars at night.
Her father thinks his child's eyes
Far outshine the brilliant light
Of stars that dance across the skies.
This poem is about:
Me
My family