Billions of stars, shining so bright
In the dark, ink-coloured sky each night
Always present, though not always seen
Clouds covering the black, special dream.
One of those stars, a diamond, I know
Represents my Dad – shining, aglow
He passed away, February 2001
That was when the star watching begun.
The night of his death, planet Venus appeared
Bright, spectacular - and to it I neared
Drawn by its beauty, twinkling so clear
Significant, meaningful, of a Dad so dear.
Comfort was instant – just knowing he’s there
Watching over us, showing his care
The star, it remained, for over a week
Giving peace, where needed, when time was bleak.
Blinking, colours, a spectrum of hue
In a vast expanse of night sky so blue
And Dad’s star is more prominent of all
The blanket of the universe, how it does enthral.
I look to the heavens, every clear night
And the dot-to-dot wilderness is a beautiful sight
Even when clouds cover the picturesque view
I imagine Dad’s star, because my mind sees it too.
I have a really good imagination, which can sometimes be a hindrance, but it is what helps me with inspiration to write my poetry, which I do as a form of relaxation and to give pleasure to others that read it. I write about everyday occurrences and events that have either happened to me or to others. I write about everyday occurrences and events that have either happened to me or to others. I had my first poem published in a magazine when I was 10 years old.
