Ask the Stars

There stood at her window, in ribbons and lace,
A sweet little girl with a sad little face.

She gazed at the stars,
Twinkling bright in the sky.

In a soft whisper,
She asked with a sigh.

“Stars in the sky, I need to know,
Why did my mommy have to go?

She left one day without saying good-bye,
I heard daddy say she was going to die.

I miss my mommy, and her warm embrace,
I miss the smile on her pretty face.”

As she spoke to the stars, one twinkled brighter,
She could feel a presence standing beside her.

In the still of night, she could clearly hear,
Her mommy's whisper, “I’ll always be near.”