My Heroine Shines As a Star
In the troubled times of the fifties,
when the family was adrift in unrest,
my mother strived to settle down secured,
making a home in a land unknown.
She gave a precious gift, a nest, I needed
for my rootless uncertain life,
from where I could spread my wings
in the seamless sky and had flown.
I soared high and far beyond the horizon,
under the caring cover of her weary wings,
my boundless ascending aspirations
the wild winds couldn’t blow away.
I live in the lasting shadow of her undying love,
suffuse my memory with gratitude,
for it’s her loving hands
that sculpted me what I have become.
She has left me to reside
in her new abode a long time ago.
When in the bejeweled sky of pining night
I see the north star glisten bright,
guiding me to my final destination,
I then find my heroine mother
shine as the faraway star,
in the realm of the stellar heaven.
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July 24, 2022
Contest : To Honor My Hero
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
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