Go and catch a falling star
an angel's tear,
a sailor's yarn.
Find a precious moment, dear,
and cherish it through
all the years.
How can one hold
a falling star?
After all, it is moving,
brightly far.
My dearest girl,
your light is incandescent,
your arc long and luminous.
I watch you soar and cheer
you on, as you travel the
night sky of my life in
your own
vivacious galaxy
not falling,
but rising,
"Write a poem using the first line of another's poem", 4/10/12.
I chose "Song" by John Donne - my daughter's favorite poem.)
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