Why Are There Stars, Grandma
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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?
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
Submitted on October 5, 2018 for contest WHO WOULD YOU BRING BACK IN A HEARTBEAT sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER
and June 12, 2018 for contest WHY ARE THERE STARS sponsored by JULIA WARD
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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