April 14, 2011
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Shining brightly on the ground,
A piece of light was to be found.
A tiny star, a chunk of sun –
A symbol of hope, a bit of fun.
A miniscule fragment of the sky’s bright light,
A reminder of the moon at night.
I tugged on my sister, and to her I pled,
“Can I get it, can I take it, to keep by my bed?”
Her eye caught the light and her nose wrinkled in distaste,
But, “Go right ahead,” she said with a face.
I grabbed it – then we got in the car –
And all of a sudden my light was no more.
I bawled and I cried my eyes right on out,
But my mother turned, so I closed my mouth.
Despite the car’s profound dark around and above,
Mom’s eyes shone with a great light and love;
The revelation came with an ounce of relief –
And contrary to my previous belief,
My beautiful little bit of glass
Was nothing but a piece of trash.

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