I am a star on top of the tree
My friend is the glitter ball
Who shines down on me
I glisten in its rays of light
And shine a little stronger
Each and every night
The glitter ball is on a frame
It circles around and back again
It casts its light upon my face
But leaves my back to Dark’s embrace
From their playroom full of toys
In come two boisterous little boys
Football on their minds they latch
One kicks the ball into touch
The other makes a jumping catch
He skids towards my treeee
While landing on one knee
And comes to a final
stop
By bumping into it ‘Oh What?’
My space is quite invaded!
I feel quite degraded – ‘Oh me!’
I am jettisoned into space
Like the shooting Star
I am meant to be!
2 comments:
I like the end....the ignored star finding its identity and freedom! Go Star! 😆
I love this Fiona and find it quite nostalgic. When our 2 boys were young we would get together on Christmas Day with our friends Megan and John and their 2 boys. The tree whichever house we were in, was the focal point, often nearly getting knocked over as the boys performed a play for us. There was always a star! And a bauble!
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