Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

Today would have been my niece Maeve's third birthday.

We lost Maeve to a battle with Noonan Syndrome when she was seven months old. I have not experienced anything else that has made a bigger impact on my life. The grief, heartache, sadness and crushing disappointment of losing Maeve made an indelible mark on my heart and soul, and I live each moment striving to appreciate and revel in my own gift of life.

Three years ago, we were given an amazing gift. Maeve. I have no idea what or where she is now, and that is why I think of her as a little star.

I "bought" a star and named it after Maeve when we observed the first anniversary of her passing. Today, the words to a traditional nursery rhyme mean more to me than most folks.

Thinking about the spark that was Maeve's life helps me wade through my own dark times.

Oh, Maeve. I do, indeed, wonder what you are.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!

Repeat:


*Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!*


When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.


(*repeat)


Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.


(*repeat)


In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.


(*repeat)

As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark,—
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.



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