Line Gauthier Poet Free verse

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My grandma passed away many years ago now but I'll always be her little girl that would give the world and more to have her back.

Why Are There Stars, Grandma

Why are there stars, Grandma?
     Well, darling. At night, God gets tired
     And before sitting to relax
     He turns on the show in the sky
     It starts with a colorful sunset
     Then as the sky turns dark
     He lights many flickering candles

But why, Grandma?
     It makes God happy to sit back and enjoy His creation
     He wants to share it with all men, women and children 
     So the diamonds in the sky will belong to everyone equally

What do you mean, Grandma?
     The big black sky is full of little pinholes
     That let us peek at the brightness of the other side         

What’s the other side, Grandma?
     Well, stars remind us of our loved ones
     Since our souls return to heaven when
     We’re done down here on earth
     Like great-grandma and great-grandpa
     That’s where they have their new home

Really, Grandma?
     Yes. Go to sleep now, my little one
     With this magic kiss on your cheek
     Let your soul travel through the night and visit
     Great-Grandma and Great-Grandpa among the stars

But I don’t remember them, Grandma.
     They remember you, darling
     And they love your nightly visits
     Good night, my little darling

Good night, Grandma.    



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

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Winged Warrior June 13, 2018 at 10:15 AM An enchantment with the stars...beautifully depicted in your verse Line...love & light...^WW^ Line Gauthier June 13, 2018 at 10:26 AM Thank you for your lovely visit and comment, ^WW^

Tom Cunningham June 13, 2018 at 2:06 AM Heart warming verse Line, with a lovely image, little children are so inquisitive at times, lovely to see. Tom Line Gauthier June 13, 2018 at 9:46 AM So sweet, thanks for your lovely visit and comment, Tom.

Caren Krutsinger June 13, 2018 at 1:01 AM Your explanation makes sense every which way to me,and I like the conversation between grandmother and grandchild,Line. Line Gauthier June 13, 2018 at 9:45 AM Thank you, Caren. Most appreciated.

Lyric Man June 12, 2018 at 6:23 PM Very unique and interesting write.. enjoyable read! Line Gauthier June 12, 2018 at 7:11 PM Thanks for your visit and comment, Chance. Much appreciated.

Carolyn Devonshire June 12, 2018 at 6:02 PM Oh, I love this poetic conversation between Grandma and grandchild. Your vision of the stars being reflections of heaven's light seem right on target. I often think of stars as tears in the seams of heaven that our loved ones look through to let us know they are happy. A truly beautiful poem! Hugs, Carolyn Line Gauthier June 12, 2018 at 7:12 PM Lovely comment, Carolyn. I look forward to reading your poem. Sounds like a winner already.