She asked for a star, not the biggest or the brightest,
But a runt of a star that might be overlooked.
He tugged at the strings that rose up to the sky,
And at the end of one was a little star, hooked.
It flickered hesitantly, but she cupped it tightly,
And whispered, “you shine brightly enough for me.”
© Jade M. Wong
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