Rhyme Of Childhood
Rushing through a nighttime atmosphere, looking up
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
into the starlit sky, wondering if our wishes are
really being heard by them.
Hoping that they are, we continue doing what we've
always done, reciting the rhyme of our childhood.
'Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish
Tossing a kiss with our hand, skyward into the ebony
blackness hoping with our little heart's minds that
our innocent wish may be true when we wake tomorrow.