Dad and The Stars-- A Poem of Wonder
I still remember, long ago, when I was just a lad
of walking down a country road talking with my dad.
When I looked up I saw The Stars and asked him "what are they?"
He told me they were fireflys, but, in a funny way.
The years did pass and I would watch the stars most every night
I marveled at their different colors of yellow , red, and white
I noticed that they didn't move they seemed to hold their place.
"How come?" I asked? my dad replied, "their stuck up there with paste"
When I was ten my teacher said the stars were were made of gas
I rushed right home and told my dad, I couldn't let that pass
But he just grinned ,and winked at mom, and sat up in the chair
and he said "if you look real close you'll see a pump up there".
Throughout the years as I began to learn about the sky
I thought of dad and wondered why he'd tell his son a lie
There were no flys, or paste, or pumps as far as I could see
so I went home and asked my dad "why did you lie to me?"
My dad looked up ,and smiled at mom, and said "my son you'll find
that everything that God has made was made with you in mind.
The fireflys, just like the stars, are in the sky to see
the paste that holds them all together some call......gravity
The pump you seek is there to find no matter where you look
The fuel for stars comes from within you'll find that in your book.
So son you see I didn't lie I told you what was true
It's all in how you look at things and how they seem to you"
Throughout the years I'd think of dad and thought I understood
how he could see the strangest things where others never could
I promised him I'd keep the little boy inside of me
and bring him out from time to time to help me really see
Last night I walked down that same road my dad had taken me
just like that night the stars were bright and still a joy to see
"Why do they twinkle?" asked my son as he gazed up at the sky
"Their winking son at you and me and then I told him why