Glow In the Dark

When my son was a boy In his bedroom, at night, All the stars on his ceiling Were subtly bright. They were randomly stuck there But looked, when they glowed, Like the heavens above And the stars that they showed. With just one little glitch, Which my son has corrected (And, knowing him well, Which I should have expected). For on his son's ceiling, All lookers can dig Constellations, like Dippers, Both Little and Big. Cassiopeia's there And Orion is, too. Come visit and Henry Will show them to you. When something we've given Our children takes hold And is shared and improved on, That's grandparent gold.