my mummy lives in constellations
way up high & above,
you may ask how I know
`twas told by a wee dove.
i looked through my square large
and saw this morn's star,
she softly glistened
in her words from afar.
she whispered, "your mother's here
sitting amongst us in stars,
look! see! when blanket is dark.
but know `t., she's with you
when blanket turns blue.
whilst in air's warm embrace,
i gazed about and marvelled at space
i felt so certain, indeed so very sure,
i t - o - u - c - h - e - d mummy's face.