A First Memory

Reaching up

For the things I see above

Hanging just above me

I wonder what they are

And what they do

All I know is when I wak

They are here

Watching over me

Every day and

Every night.

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Sometimes they spin

And even sing

So many colors

So many shapes

I’m not sure what

To make of it

Maybe someday I’ll know

I’ll awake and realize

That it is a mobile.