little one,

you hold entire galaxies inside your hands

where crystal stars fall through your fingers like

scattered raindrops

and star clusters

spiral in iridescent whirlpools

amongst a sea of mulberry swirls

your palms pulsate with the power

of a thousand tiny stars

and burn with the fire

of a dozen suns

every bit of you is starlight

and stardust

moon prisms and supernova trails

and you alone

hold my laughter

in your well-worn grip.