Stars

This poem has a very special place in my heart. I wrote it when my children were very young, and they loved for me to read it for them, knowing it was a gift from my heart to theirs. I hope there’s a young person you love—a child, a sibling’s child, a grandchild—for whom you can read it. Give them a love letter straight from your own heart.

Every day
when the sun goes down,
the moon and stars
light up the night.

Behind every star
an angel is watching,
through a window
made of light.

All day long
the angels see us,
when we’re good
and when we’re bad.

Loving kind people
make angels smile,
but naughty deeds
make angels sad.

When Daddy says
it’s time for bed
and Mommy sings
a lullaby,

The angels watch you
in your bed
from twinkling stars
up in the sky.

So when you look up
at the sky
and wonder what
those sparkles are,

Remember that
an angel peeks
through each and every
little star.