Tell me my favorite tale?
She snuggled besides her grandpa,
Asked the regular question.

On a cold shivering night,
A brave girl was born,
The pole star blinked at her,
Cloud danced in joy.

All called her tiny,
Though, her eyes were big and bright,
Enough to contain the entire universe.

Grandpa paused the story and asked her,
Now that you are an astronaut,
Tell me how the earth looks like from above.

Without any doubt,
She assured,
Like the girl in your story,
Tiny, yet bright.

The End.

– Emily Parker


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December 4, 2020

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