This poem is very personal to me and is dedicated to all Mother’s and Father’s who have been parted from their children.  Nothing can ever prepare us for the cruelty of such a taking.

It is about and dedicated to my beautiful son Matthew, who has returned to ‘starlight whence he came’ and will always be my shooting star.

Shooting Star

Shooting Star

My tears continue flowing, behind eyes that do not tell 

To course as an untamed river – it feels like I’m in hell. 

The sorrow that I’m feeling, is like dust upon the wind. 

A hole as big as Venus burns, beneath the veil that’s thinned. 

In coldest space I find myself, still searching for the answer. 

Why fate would be so cruel to take, a child from it’s mother. 

My baby’s gone and life’s bereft of that unique spark of you. 

An empty place that won’t be filled a black hole that’s, oh so blue.

How do I leave this darkened space, where I hope to find you. 

Returned to starlight whence you came is what I know is true. 

Capricorn is rising now, illuminating the night sky. 

And there I glimpse a shooting star as it races way up high. 

Then in that very moment, my heart does skip a beat. 

My thought is that it’s you up there, my shooting starlight treat.

© Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2017 Expression #143 12.6.17

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