Call your child down from the sky –
she’s playing with the stars.
She hangs from the crescent moon in one hand
and gently covers the earth with a blanket of fog.
she returns to the ground
in a night owl’s feather, 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.