A little girl looks at the pretty sparkling stars.
Soon she will be dating and driving a car.
One day she will be married and have children of her own.
And pretty soon her children will be grown.
The little girl now has gray hair and is a grandmother.
But she still loves the pretty sparkling stars.
One more prettier than the other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lamar, this is such a nice poem. Rini is right. It is sparkling more than the stars. I loved the way you have unfolded this poem with stars and ended too, with stars.....10