Stars

For my first and only daughter, my life, my Joy.

I created you, but I do not own you.

I carried you, but I cannot hold you.

You are a person, a human, a being.

I can raise you up, and lift you to your stars....twinkle twinkle....

But I will not be the one who touches the stars for you.

Never be afraid to sing, dance, love...little star...

If you love the music, it belongs to you.

Who you are and will be has very little to do with me...how I wonder what you are....

As I well as I know you are a part of me, you are your own...up above the world so high...

I know that you will shine baby..like a diamond in the sky...