Do not count the stars that led you away
when you left a
home and lost a name.
Ma, make a wish
for yourself today.
As your anklets, silver paisleys, turn grey
and time is no longer yours to claim –
do not count the stars that led you away.
The skies break. Your dreams decay.
If wishing means an end to this barren rain
Ma, make a wish for yourself today.
Missing a moon, the night is on its way.
Our day breaks in turns. Only change remains.
Do not count the stars that led you away.
I see you
glow with remains of the day
and sing softly to my unlined frame.
Ma, make a wish
for yourself today.
You have, not once, asked me to stay
as I flit towards the sky – your old domain.
Do not count the stars that led you away.
Please, Ma, make a wish for yourself today.
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