As I sit and admire,
I notice blue jay's attire.

I spot part of the sun in the west,
And in the east I see some stars.
In the stars I found Orion
Then I notice Leo the Lion.

I feel the little hand locked in mine grow tighter;
As a wolf howls she thinks it might bite her.

I pick her up as she starts to yawn,
My bare feet feel good in the bright, green lawn.

I tuck her in bed, pray, and kiss her goodnight.
She starts to cry and says, "There is no light."

I pray for light and soon,
The room started to light up,
Then I see the moon.

I walk out when she seems calm.
Then, I heard her pray,
"Thank you, God, for my mom."

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