With Star Dust On My Fingers…
For Amy
I love my little
Blue Chinese Cap,
With the Red
And Plastic Star!
Statement ?
Hell no!
Not for Chairman Mao,
Or even Uncle Ho!
“The reason
I love stars” –
I said to Amy,
“Is that in
The precious years
I have left,
I’m going
To reach right up –
To touch them!
‘Cause if I don’t,
I’ll never know,
Just what –
I could ever do!”
When I’m old and ninety,
I want
The memory that lingers,
That I reached up
Just as high –
As ever
I could go!
Not that I died –
With star dust
On my fingers!
Tim Barritt. 2.7.10.
Earth Angel 181