Notes About The Poem
~Fiction~
Stars of Clarity
"Sometimes things only become clear when we are old enough to grasp what the universe is trying to tell us." ~~The Poet~~
Had it been labelled charity?
Gazing at that star of clarity.
Watching it make its trajectory
Drifting through my memory.
Long lost from my childhood days,
Motherless, a father to praise.
Though I was told of her love,
Left me, now lives in heaven above.
I recall his love as he took care of me,
But he left me there when I was three.
To play with orphans and waifs like me.
Was the last of my father I was ever to see.
Gazing at that shining star of clarity,
There creeps a ray of unfamiliarity.
Now though what seemed prison bars,
The orphanage window frames the stars.
I see many stars of clarity shining fair,
A vison of him handing me that tiny bear.
It was cold, not cuddly as a bear should be.
It wasn’t for play, unsure why he gave it to me.
Now, all these years later I gaze at that tiny bear,
Looking deep into it, I see him standing there,
Giving me something he knew would last.
In crystal clear clarity his love was never surpassed.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
