My star studded diary

I don't know if it takes a lot to keep store,

If anything, I just always demand for more.

More of such people as mine,

More moments that are so far better than merely fine.

I don't know who to name first,

Though pretty sure that an overwhelming cloud should now burst.

Nonetheless, let's start with her calm eyes,

Whose hands are always full of some or another surprise.

Yes, she's mom,

She's the one who I rush to when I have alot going on.

Okay to go rough at times,

It's not always that the fortune bell chimes.

Okay to find someone for sweet spices to gather around,

Well, surely my star studded diary needs a doting father around.

Now that half of it is complete,

I guess it's almost time for us to repeat:-

A darling mother to wipe my tears,

And a doting father to help me fight all odd fears.

For the rest of it,

I believe I should mention the best of it.

The peppy of the story,

I seriously think deserves all the glory.

I timidly do sometimes ask for a selfless barrister,

Had ne'er thought though, would get one as a little sister.

To bring it to an end,

Who better than a lifelong friend.

I don't know if he's way too wise, or just too Little,

Quiet one as he is, always said I need to seek an acquittal,

Whenever I did not go wrong,

Or had things done the way I had heard in a melodious sweet song.

I don't know about the wing, but he surely is an important feather,

After all he's no one else but my own sweet little brother.

I don't a lot, but I know for all,

That they'd be there each time I might as well tend to fall.

My life is as beautiful as it is fiery,

For it, my friends, consists of a star studded diary.