Mourning StarA Poem by Lucy JoanThis must be my best poem so far..i think. But it's about the relationship between father and daughter- they lose each other at first, but begin to realize their mistakes and become a family again.
Sometimes in life, we refuse to take our chances; even when we are given a hundred a day.
“Mourning Star” It seems only yesterday That she was my baby girl. It seems only yesterday In my arms she would curl. Harder and harder To see her grow up. Harder and Harder She’s no longer a pup. Late night outs And long phone calls. Back talking, shouts, And crashing the malls. Breakups, detention, Cat fights like-brawl. I give her attention, But she continues to fall. Midnight has come, in her room I would peek; Hold her, cuddle her, by her side I will sneak. Sometimes I wonder, what an angelic thing. So I hold back some tears, and this I will sing: “High in the sky, I will be for you. Watching you always, your mom is there too. Grow you will grow, and I may be far; Don’t worry my child, my mourning star.” Years have passed now And she’s all grown up How beautiful she is I still wonder how. In my bed I will lie By myself like a heap Dreaming and thinking While inside, I shall weep. ♥♥♥ It seems only yesterday That I was a child. It seems only yesterday That I was very wild. Harder and Harder My life has become. Harder and Harder Since losing my mom. Late night outings, And several prank calls. Frowning and pouting, And facing the walls. Lectures, homework, Drama and boys. Teachers to irk, Weird music and noise. Years have now passed, And I questioned his love. But life went by fast, Which I tend to think of. Midnight is near, and his birthday has come through. I sneak in the room, with a cake and rum too. Though he’s asleep, I wipe his face, glum. I hold him by my side, to him I shall hum: “High in the sky; I will wait for you. Listening always, knowing mom is there too. Age I will age, but sing I will then. For one day, you and I will soon meet again.” ♥♥♥ In my bed I will lie, trying not to weep. With my baby by my side, who’s kissing my cheek. My heart, lost with sadness, now left with a mar, Is springing with joy, for my morning star. Inspired by the book- I'll Love You Forever, By: Robert Munsch © 2010 Lucy JoanAuthor's Note
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