Birth of a star

With azure eyes she looks at the world

consuming every moving thing,

every popping color

giggling at the little paper birds.

Her tiny fingers

wrap around mine

her soul, like a bird learning to fly

takes a few wary steps

then jumps into the realms of


She’s a tiny tinkle in this huge Andromeda.

a little green dot in a sea of fireflies.

another beautiful light-bubble

amidst a mad city of bokeh,

but she’s a star

and she’s doing a-okay

winning the world with her smile

jumping and sleeping and crying and

letting people know

she has arrived.


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