My Little Jar.
The stars have fallen from the sky,
My little jar has broken.
My ladder it has gone astray,
For me the ladders broken-and also my little jar,
i’v found my stars all scattered around me and afar,
Until my ladders mended and my jar it is complete–
Ill then attempt to gather and i will not be beat.
By starting on that ladder-one rung at a time,
I’ll carry my little stars until im feeling fine.
Up the ladder i will go but i know i will not rush,
My stars are so very precious i’ll need a extra push.
Eventually i’ll get there and replace each and every star,
And i will stand up there with them and empty my lil ol jar.One day i’ll look down-Maybe smile and laugh too,
Just frightened of my thoughts,- of with What! Whom! and Who!
But i know i will be safe as i’m not really that far.
See i’m one of those little sparkles - Yes just another star!
Gosh wrote this one 2004 .. Special memories.
