I made the star extra bright,
Letting the glitter sparkle as though
It could be seen from space.
It wasn’t the best star,
The corners curled and the paper crinkled;
it felt like rough sandpaper,
But I made it myself.
I wonder if you remember
How long it took me to make,
And how proud I was when you saw it
And smiled at me, as though I made light itself.
I can’t quite recall, now,
Whether you ever really saw my star,
Even though it clung to you
because I told it to.
It seemed transparent,
When you last looked at me, and it hid
Behind your eyes, trembling.
It knew before I did, that your light had faded,
And nothing was to be let through.
Because I made that star for you.
