Stars shine brightly in the Heavens
as they do in a mother’s eyes
Our star warms our days and lights the moon for our nights
as our children warm our hearts and reflect our love
But the motions of the Heavens can blot out the light
and we are left in chilling darkness
Light at its dawn, eclipsed
a twelve-year-old boy is dead
© September 19, 1995 Karen Farrell, all rights reserved
This poem was written in response to the tragic murder of a young boy by his father.
