Star Light, Star Bright:
The baby’s coming home tonight,
maybe a boy or a baby girl;
I stare out the window,
soon I’ll be two;
just what kinds of things can a baby do?
I really want a sister I can dress up in lace,
with curls I can play with and angels in her face.
We’ll be very best friends like other sisters
I’ll share all my toys and never be mean.
First Star I See Tonight;
That baby sister is such a brat!
I can’t believe I wanted that…
I have to be quiet or she’ll start to cry;
Mommy loves her most and I can see why.
She lies in her crib just sucking her thumb;
Too big for a dolly, too small to play,
so I give her a pinch and am punished all day.
I Wish I May…
We are playing with dolls and having such fun!
I know we are different from everyone; Eight and
nine and a brother to tease; secrets; bunk beds;
and a fort in the woods; a new little sister just like
a big doll; a vacation at the beach where we play
mermaid; warm bath and kiss Mommy, wait until
she goes; then real quiet and then too loud—
We giggle and tickle and stay up all night;
And pretend we’re asleep when they turn on the light.
I Wish I Might…
We’re smoking Marlboro’s and skipping school,
everybody does, everyone who is cool.
Working parents make us popular soon,
we party all day, have the house clean by noon.
Each night Vietnam comes into the room; napalm, soldiers,
and pot onscreen;
Dangerous times for me and my Jeannine.
Have the Wish…
Fighting over shirts and jeans and shoes,
about guys we both knew that I would always lose.
One night a boy I thought I loved waited
in a hopped-up Corvair; I packed my things in a box,
stole her shoes, gave her a kiss and a prayer;
I walked, ran, then stumbled through the following years,
missing out on my sister’s laughter and tears,
While my Ne-Ne turned around and found her own wings;
flying and accomplishing so many things.
Thus began my little sister’s happiest days;
graduating, working, there was so much to do;
driving around Orlando in her Mustang named Babu.
I Wish Tonight…
Folding our lives into magical spheres, reliving the magic,
the love, the tears; I was now a Mommy, a role she would
She was the sun I circled ’round like a moon.
There was always my sister, always a call,
always a way to laugh at it all.
Both mothers with children we began to see,
the love that lives forever in family,
my sister and I…
Star Light, Star Bright…
A new star in the sky tonight.
It burns so warm, it burns so bright,
To guard and guide us through the night.
She isn’t gone, try not to cry—–
Did you ever see
a more beautiful sky!
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