Tuesday, 22 March 2016

A Poem For Aria

Aria tugs at Mummy's hand,
'Look at the pretty fireworks!'
Mum looks up to the starry sky,
'They're stars, Aria, not fireworks' she says.

Aria gazes into the inky void.
The stars twinkle, sparkle, glitter above.
Gazing back towards the beginning of things,
When fireworks blazed across the universe.

Swirling balls of fire speed across the universe,
Across the formless nothingness of space.
They collide, coalesce and reform,
A vast celestial firework display.

Aria stares at the beautiful, sparkly stars,
Too young to understand the cosmic past.
She wonders, she sees the pretty fireworks,
Glittering against the blackness of space.

My hope for Aria is that she keeps gazing at the stars,
Keeps seeing the beauty in the night sky.
That as she grows that childlike wonder and joy
Fires her imagination like a display of starry fireworks.


  1. Oh I LOVE this. Thank you so much. I'm honoured my posted inspired to write this. It's beautiful and perfect. If it's ok, I'd like to print it & hang it in Aria's room. This is what I'd like for her too. I hope she and my boys keep their imaginations alive and see the magic and wonder around them xx thank you xx

    1. Thank you for such a lovely response, Susan. I'm so happy that you like it. Thanks to Aria too - her words were my inspiration.

  2. How wonderful that you wrote this about Susan's daughter AND I think it is so beautifully written. You can hear the wonder of it all throughout. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought x