A Cute Poem for My Daughter


Call your child down from the sky –
she’s playing with the stars.
She hangs from the crescent moon
and gently blankets the earth in fog.
Descending, swaying
she returns to the ground
in a night owl’s feather
then looks up at you.
The stars have gathered in her eyes.
Never extinguish that brilliant twinkle.
Don’t let it fade with time.
That twinkle will open doors,
open hearts, open minds. 


Cheesy? Definitely. But I love how thinking about my daughter’s potential inspires so many of my poems. 🙂


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