Lyric Poem · Family
The Smallest Star
You weigh less than the groceries,
you can't control your hands,
and yet the whole house orbits you:
the smallest star commands.
We used to schedule mornings;
now mornings are decreed.
Rule gently, tiny sovereign —
we're yours. We're all agreed.
Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.
“The Smallest Star” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/the-smallest-star
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