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Dad and The Stars-- A Poem of Wonder

Updated on July 28, 2010

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


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      point2make 5 years ago

      Thank-you Lady Wolfs. I have fond memories of my Father who passed many years ago. One of my favorites was looking at the stars and of course asking questions. He always had an answer....I really miss that.

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      Lady Wolfs 5 years ago

      A really sweet and lovely poem you did about your Dad. It is always interesting the things we remember as a child and keep as memories.

      Voted up!

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      point2make 5 years ago

      Thank-you for your comments rahulo. Your right, of course, Dads are special...mine passed several years ago and I sure would love to walk down that "country road" with him one more time.... looking at the stars!

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      Jessee R 5 years ago from Gurgaon, India

      Dads are special indeed ! This piece reminded me of my father... I am away from him and I miss him..

      Beautiful poetic lines

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      point2make 7 years ago

      We were taught to wonder, learn and appreciate the world around us. It is something I have always carried with me throughout my life. I still love.....fireflies! thanks Peggy.

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      Peggy Woods 7 years ago from Houston, Texas

      You are fortunate to have had that in your life. My brothers and I not only had loving parents but grandparents that taught us such things. I can vividly remember the wonder of seeing fireflies in the night skies accompanied with my parents. They seemed to enjoy it as much as we kids.

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      point2make 7 years ago

      Thank-you Peggy You are very kind and I appreciate your comments. I am glad you enjoyed the poem it is one of my favorites. Every time I visit this poem I can still hear the voice of my dad...patiently teaching me and my siblings about the many wonders around us.

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      Peggy Woods 7 years ago from Houston, Texas

      This was absolutely wonderful in several ways. Loved it! Rating it beautiful.

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      point2make 7 years ago

      Thank you Storyteller. I appreciated your comments. Dad's are very special I agree wholeheartedly. This poem came from my memories of my dad telling me about the fireflies and the stars.

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      Barbara 7 years ago from Stepping past clutter

      Oh I love this poem. It is so very sweet and sentimental and FUNNY! My dad told us that worms when cut in half simply became two worms. We all believed him until my brother told his college biology class this "fact." Was his face red! Dads are such special creatures. I am glad you understand this.