Astronaut
My astronaut sleeps on a star,
tired from searching planets
for galactic friends.
His lonely mission finds only moon
and one sole star,
who winks at him offering comfort.
I want to climb up there,
be his friend and blow bubbles at the night,
but I don’t have a rocket;
they’re only for grown-ups.
I could use my climbing frame
to be nearer the sky
and stand at the top of my slide.
Would that bring me near?
If only he could see me
he’d lower a rope down
and ask me to climb.
Together, we could watch the moon smile.
tired from searching planets
for galactic friends.
His lonely mission finds only moon
and one sole star,
who winks at him offering comfort.
I want to climb up there,
be his friend and blow bubbles at the night,
but I don’t have a rocket;
they’re only for grown-ups.
I could use my climbing frame
to be nearer the sky
and stand at the top of my slide.
Would that bring me near?
If only he could see me
he’d lower a rope down
and ask me to climb.
Together, we could watch the moon smile.
This poem is copyright (©) Julie Stevens 2024
About the Writer
Julie Stevens
Julie Stevens writes poems for both adults and children. She covers many themes, but often engages with the problems of disability. Her children’s poems have been published in many places including Paper Lanterns, The Toy, Tyger Tyger, The Dirigible Balloon and in anthologies. She has four published adult pamphlets.