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My Little Star

Her voice was warm, as pointed into the sky. . .

Jonathan Hale : Instagram @ haleno

“Quietly gaze up at the stars
Do you see that my child?
brilliant and blue 
knitted into the canvas of the night

The star that held my weary hope
is now my dear, your birth right

I’d promise you always
if you look up, it’ll meet your gaze
but even stars, my bravest child
have seasons and sometimes fade

Names they’ll lose 
as our positions change
we dance so swiftly
each day we age

But you’ll be my precious 
even when you think I’m gone
the heavens trumpet loudly
sing for me when they call!”

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