Making Diamonds

“Look at the diamonds, Grandma, Grandpa!” Mary pointed at the sky.

“Stars are so pretty, darling, twinkling so high up there. High up in the beautiful black sky,” Grandma smiled.

“They seem to say, ‘Look at the lovely black sky; so deep; so mysterious; so kind,” said Grandpa.

“Yes the black sky is beautiful, Grandpa.”

“Stars are real diamonds,” said Grandpa. “Do you know why?”

“No, Grandpa, why are they real diamonds ?”

“Because once you’ve seen them, you can always think of them, wherever you are. Like diamonds, they last forever,” Grandpa said.

Grandma said, “Grandpa and I have lots and lots of diamonds!”

“Really – where are they?” Mary asked.

Grandpa laughed, “One diamond is the first time I met the beautiful lady you call Grandma!”

Grandma smiled and said, “One diamond is when you were born, Mary, and we held you in our arms.”

“Another one is when you picked us some flowers. Even though they were weeds, we loved them so much,” smiled Grandpa.

“What diamonds do you have, Mary?” asked Grandpa.

Mary thought for a while, “Well, I fell over at school, last week and a girl I didn’t know came over and helped me up and dried my eyes. We’ve become good friends! That’s my diamond!”

“How can you make a diamond, Mary?” asked Grandma.

Mary thought for a while, “I can smile at someone and say, ‘Hi, how are you?’”

“That’s a lovely diamond, Mary. Well done!” said Grandpa.

“When we were very young, we used to say this rhyme,” said Grandma :

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!

Grandma said: “ Mary, Grandpa and I have found that these these “helping” diamonds can never be lost; never be stolen; bring so much happiness; and we can think about them whenever we want. Memories are like diamonds, they last forever. We try to make diamonds every day for other people.”
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky!

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
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