From the diary of a little girl

She threw a letter up in the air,

Scribbled with hope, drafted with flair;

Only to see it fall back on the grass,

For countless times, she broke as glass.

“How do I send this letter to you, Mom?”

She wondered gazing at the stars;

“Granny says you are right up there,

Watching me, for I am your solitaire”.

“She says you will be back home soon,

But I miss you, without you there is gloom;

What made you leave, she wouldn’t say,

Was it coz I didn’t listen to you the other day?”

“I am only six, my mind will at times swirl,

But I promise to be your good little girl;

Come back, for my birthday is the day after,

I really miss our jokes and our banter”.

“I told you I wanted to go meet the stars,

But you said they were dirty and a little too far;

I know you are up there to get the place tidy,

So I can come over to cuddle you and daddy!”