O, how I long to see the stars, Mama.
Hide not, Mama, the shining stars from me.
My nascent form heeds not my heart’s decree,
So turn me thence and ease this sad drama.
Bound am I by highchair and pajama,
Possessing no recourse but ardent plea
That thou take up my cause and help me see
The ardently desired panorama.
No! Not those specks away in the night sky,
Celestial phantoms, impossible to clutch!
I speak of forms bedecking my nursery,
Big, bright, and blue, whose shine pleases my eye.
With little points my little hands can touch,
This star’s corporal beauty touches me.
Written September 2020. We hung these blue foil stars over my baby’s crib, and he wanted to stare at them every chance he got.
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