Aria tugs at Mummy’s hand,
‘Look at the pretty fireworks!’
Mum looks up to the starry sky,
‘They’re stars, Aria, not fireworks’ she says.
Aria gazes into the inky void.
The stars twinkle, sparkle, glitter above.
Gazing back towards the beginning of things,
When fireworks blazed across the universe.
Swirling balls of fire speed across the universe,
Across the formless nothingness of space.
They collide, coalesce and reform,
A vast celestial firework display.
Aria stares at the beautiful, sparkly stars,
Too young to understand the cosmic past.
She wonders, she sees the pretty fireworks,
Glittering against the blackness of space.
My hope for Aria is that she keeps gazing at the stars,
Keeps seeing the beauty in the night sky.
That as she grows that childlike wonder and joy
Fires her imagination like a display of starry fireworks.