Dad's Star
- Date: 2007-01-26 - Word Count: 261
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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.
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.
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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.
I have been writing poetry for many years and regularly have it published in print. My poetry is published by Forward Press and in many other publications. So I'm now putting my poetry online, my home page is http://www.johalepoetry.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk I also publish my poetry on my Blog jo-hale-poetry at http://jo-hale-poetry.blogspot.com and on 8hop.com My poetry on 8hop.com. I'm married and my husband's name is Peter.
I have a Lulu e-book at http://www.lulu.com/content/621509.
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