She offered him her star.
Carefully laid in finest tissue cloud,
Wrapped it in the rainbow
And ribboned it with sun.

She traveled far,
Jumping through the rings of Saturn,
In an endless circle
Did she run.

There he stood at center
With arms held close about himself
Allowing her no entrance
Into his universe.
Caring nothing for the distance
She so willingly had traversed.

With arms held close about himself,
He couldn’t feel
The fervent beating of her heart
With eyes shut tight,
He scorned her gift.
His gravity too much to bear,
Her orbit fell apart.

Away she spun
Into infinity
Looking for a place to hang her star.
Unwittingly
She came across
What she had lost
And found a new welcome
In the old place called home.

Only a bump in the road.
Is that all he was to you, Momma?
Don’t you remember how eager you were
To hold him that very first time.
Is that all there is, Momma?
Was I that way too?
A bump in the road to you?

Life is a road that’s filled with bumps
Of trials and tribulation.
But we all want the time
To get over the humps.
To face the aggravation.
To raise our arms in victory.
To load our own artillery.
To find the way it was meant to be.

Didn’t you want that, too, Momma?
Or was it different for you?