Not everything

Snug under your blue blanket
Your head on my chest
Red hair shining
In the golden afternoon sun
Rockets are possibilities
Space suits, daydreams.

You are learning more
Than I ever thought you would
Warm and comfortable
Gentle, curious, bright
You see each moment
Like an adventure.

But you’re sad
When the excitement wains
And rockets turn into
Math equations
Or the glittering universe
A lesson in physics.

Not everything
Is new and shiny, little one
But sometimes you can enjoy
A view of the stars
From the comfort
Of your backyard porch.


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