This was to be their first, grand journey.
Who would dare believe?
Sarah Maple, and Ol’ Bear
Her special, robot teddy!
Both, strapped inside Securely;
Await a lifetime ride;
Her heart is jumping, as
Her nine-ish, choc’late eyes grow wide.
Fear mixes with Excitement;
Humility with pride;
When she realizes she’s
Histories first starfolk child.
Soon, they would be riding,
firery, rolling, thunder, cloud
Above the humid dawn. Destination:
International Space Station.
Then, tucking one loose lock of
Coal-black hair behind her ear;
Glances sidewards to Ol’ Bear…and gulps.
He gives one soothing wink to Sar. She smiles.
Then, hanging on
For all they’re worth,
They soon are floating
High, above the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem