Tiny Stars
Tiny Stars pulled and broken
Never a chance to live
Never a chance to say,
“Mommy, I love you.”
Never a legal appeal
Never a chance to make mistakes
Or make a daddy beam with pride
Never to pull out pots and pans
Or the love, a mother can hide
Never a chance to hear the word “No”
Or see the smile on Granny’s face
Never to ask,"Are we there yet?”
On a trip to Grandpa’s place
Never to go to school for the first time
Big eyes and too timid to speak
Then finding the world is a treasure
As a fairy-tail rocks them to sleep
There are times when roads are rough
With stumbles along the way
Each stumble, adds weight to the burden
that jesus shed his blood to pay
Smooth are the roads less traveled
An easier path we desire to face
Decisions, made under stress may rally
and quicken the dreadful pace
Tiny Stars, each, a candle’s little light
The flame snuffs out, silence screams the call
But God hears and each name is written
In the greatest book of all
Copyright © Patrick Kelly | Year Posted 2022
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