You Who Cut Out The Stars

Just a sweet poem about the love of good parents.

When I was little you’d cut out the stars,

And trail them behind you at night.

So when I got worried you’d strayed too far,

I could find them and I’d be alright.

And when I was younger but bigger than small,

You’d tuck me in bed safe and warm.

And still leave the stars I needed so much,

To shelter me from any storm.

When I got older and wanted you less,

I’d bawl it and scream in your face.

But still there they were a path to your heart,

Those stars left all over the place.

Reviews

[Gee]

That is so sweet. Always rely on mum for sanctuary and an un judging ear.( the old fella upped and left many moons ago.
No reviews....shocking.

[L.E.Osborne]

Thank you! This is one of my favourites, yeah mum's are the best :)