Bill Simmons


The Morning Star - Poem by Bill Simmons

I bend over in my rocking chair to the little girl hugging my knee there
I pick her up and I sit her upon my knee,
Then up and down and away she goes, she gets the pony ride she knows
Very much the same as my grandpa had once done me

Then the many questions why, why do we live, why do we die
What makes the stars and why is there a blue sky
What makes the stars, are they on fire? What makes them glow, do you know?
What makes us sometimes have to cry?

What makes the sun, what makes the moon
Why is it Christmas will come soon
Where does the Easter Bunny, where does he find his eggs?
As I sit her down and as she hugs my leg

I get up and pick her up, kiss her face, such a young heart
And I pick out and point at the morning star
As I stand and hold her up, her small eyes as they look up
She gazes at the star away so far

That one there, do you see? That one there is for you and me
In the early morning it you will always see
One day when you are very old and someone you love you do hold
You will look up and see, it stores our memories

Life is just a question why, sometimes a soul just needs to cry
And Christmas it just comes from love
Someday when you are gray and old and wisdom is your very own
And upon your knee sits your grandchild, remember the morning star above.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 23, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 17, 2010


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