...Stars...

Sleep my child my mother said. For one day you will be that star in the morning sky. Ashes falling, wind blowing, as you burn up so high. I said to my mother.. Mom one day can I see the stars at night. She looked at me an frownd saying. Hunny to do that is to wish life never happen you will become one of the night stars. Cold, shining beautifully up there but alone till night brings the cold winter song.  My child to talk of the night you be gone befor it evee hapens. Now rest my child an close your eye an dream a dream of what you want in the sky..  As I dream one sentence comes to mind. "Im ready to become one of the stars"