Poetry Smile When My Little Star

crochet morning sun hung
hunt warm welcome chirp
small babbling gently pushed

sister want to see the birds ..
The father, the bird to fly
want to find him eating father
Where brother, mother where ..
shhh .. brother sleeping ..
mother again cook ..
my stars shine bright
welcome the morning sun
warms my soul
enlighten my soul
when my little star smiling
all so beautiful
no hard feelings
when my little star smiling
gratitude I thank You
your grace is so beautiful

By; Kamal Kacaribu