Paper boats in the day
sparklers at night
hugs and kisses, sweet memories
each like a star in the sky.
Hugs that felt warm
smiles that charmed, tender in the cocoon of my breast~
some twinkling stars, others just lying around
like winter planets, treasured, untouchable.
And when the stars cry and the ground turns white
with their tears, I reach into my treasure chest
and gather them around my soul; not an overwhelming
presence for others,
but my own constellations nevertheless!
Above image from Google.