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When I was a youngling,
Or my galaxy’s equivalent,
I, a curious thing,
Did so want to know what it all meant
When my father sang the praise
Of the franchise that shaped ways.
When I was but a child
With my imagination still ripe
To mould with stories wild
With the brave hero type
Who would save the galaxy
From threats too evil to be.
He introduced me right
Sitting at home in front of a screen
Those films shed a new light
Their fantasy became my new dream.
For although I was still young
The song could not be unsung.
Now I was awakened
To all the wonder playing before
My eyes, I was taken
And suddenly I wanted much more
Of those X-Wings in the sky
The majestic Falcon fly.
In order I saw them,
That was order of their release
I saw the story stem
The way it was meant to: piece by piece.
Nineteen seventy seven -
Pinnacle of nerd heaven.
The year that I was born,
(January nineteen ninety-nine)
A new trilogy born
Highest grossing movie in that line.
Later, grown, I would be proud
To say that fact all so loud,
To say that it’s a part
Loved of my personal history:
That year we both did start
Is my claim to share in its story.
It had been my childhood
And oh, it made it so good.
I kept Star Wars with me
As I became an adult woman
For a child I could see
As decades old movies I reran
Over again: heart’s delight
To see the blue saber light.
A part of my life this
Series is: with myself intertwined
If instead I did miss
I would have been walking around blind,
Unaware that wonder lay
In galaxies far away.