The Stars

Do you also look up
at the stars, dear friend,
and wonder?

—–

What can we do
but live
and make what short time
we have
lasting and bright.

—–

Maybe the stars look down on us
and wonder, too.

Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks

Woman

Like my mother before me,
I was made to create.
And only I decide
What kind of beauty
I will imagine.

Poem by Jessica Grace Sparks