In Stars Above

I heard the pious people say, angels live in heaven, and with the pristine celestial beauty they glow as the sparkling stars in the far away milky way, but I know they often descend on earth to be with us. If you ask me how I’ve come to know, I would say, I’ve seen the radiance of my mother’s heart glow as bright as the cosmic shine of the gleaming star, its luster of love swathed me like stardust-soaked flower. In times of turmoil when the family was adrift aimless, she toiled hard to grow our roots in an alien pasture. To my uprooted uncertain life she gave a gift, a nest, from where I spread my wings on the sky of future. I flew high under the cover of her protective wings, the wild winds couldn’t blow away the soaring aspirations. In her shadow I live with her lingering love, memory molds, for it’s her hands that sculpted me as what I am today. She has left me for her new home a long time ago. When in the sequined night I see the stellar sky glisten, lighting the dark path to my final destination, I then know, she is in stars above, shining in heaven with the angels.