The Only Star For Me
I heard people say, in heaven angels live,
with pristine astral beauty divine they blend.
The sparkle of stars from milky way they derive,
but often on earth in our midst they descend.
You may ask me, how could I come know?
I’ve seen the heavenly shine in my mother’s heart,
as bright as the sparkling star it used to glow,
its luster of love nurtured me from the start.
In times of turmoil when the family was adrift,
she toiled hard to grow our roots in pasture green.
To me in my uncertain deprived life she gave a gift,
a nest from where I flew in the future sky unseen.
I soared high under the care of her protecting wings,
the rising aspirations the wild winds couldn’t blow away.
I live in the shadow of her undying love, memory brings,
for it’s her hands that sculpted me what I’m today.
She has left me for her new home a long time ago,
when in dismal night the glistening north star I see,
guiding me to my final destination, I then know,
shining like an angel, she is the only star for me.
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