Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky
"Mum, would the stars come down one day?" She asked me. I looked
up into the skies and saw the stars.
"Yes, they would one day. If you wished hard enough for them to
come down." I told her. She heard my words but she did not take her eyes
off the stars.
"Then would I be able to see once more?" She asked me.
"Yes, my dear. If they come down to see you one day. But now, its
time for you to tell them you need to sleep." I leaned over to kiss her
cheeks. She turned over on her side while I pulled her blanket up. I got up and
joined her father in the living room. He sat there and looked at me when I
walked in.
"Is she asleep?" He asked.
"Yes. And its time we also sleep." I reached out my hand to
his before I lead him to stand up. He took up his walking stick and followed me
as his guide. He stumbled on the carpet but he did not fall.
“Sorry, its the darned carpet.” He said. I stopped and reached out for
his arms. I clasped it around me and held him firm.
“Thank you, Star.” He replied. I pondered to myself, would my Twinkle
find her own star one day.
“She would be fine.” He told me. Its one thing to be blind in love, but
in love, nothing is blind to the concerns we shared together. Its how we handle
it determined our love.
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