Small Star In Lieu Of Lullaby Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the weeping heard at the heart of the star
was not by us the world weary
let it be heard by someone small

a child? who can't get to sleep
and is looking out from atop a bunkbed
further, into the deep

the circus curtains halfway shoved aside
and then the star cried
I am small and weak

and who will see
to find their way on sea or land
my wavery beacon

I see! I see! sighed the child
in primer school fashion
do not cry!

mary angela douglas 31 march 2016