A Fallen Star Poem by Rosie Costello

Watching the world fall
Hearing them cry
Hold it all back
Tears blur all eyes
The sound of sorrow
It echoes so far
My hero is crying for the fallen star

You're there, but broken
It's not enough
I need the comfort
Where is your touch?
You're still here
You're in the air
But it's not enough
And it's just not fair

My hero is shrinking
A child once again
She looks for her father, she looks for her friend
Where are you now, the tallest of trees?
-You are in the spring, The chilly brisk breeze
-You are the daffodil that bloomed after death
- You are the moon that has not left
-You are the sky that sits and waits
-You are the best of our family traits
-Your are the legacy to which we all hold
A man who was great, wise, strong and old

You are still here.
A star who came to land
He told me I was a good lass and he held my hand
He knew he was leaving for foreign skies
His breath caught in his chest, a tear came to his eyes
His hair was quite ruffled
Timeless though old
The bravest of lions, so dignified and bold
Eyes of a colour I cannot describe,
The deepest of browns with fine blue lines
The star had stayed
For many long years
He had fought wars,
Overcome his fears
Wooed many a woman
And befriended many a man
The star set off, accomplished his well thought-out plan
To where? We don't know
But all we can say
Is each of us wish he hadn't left us that day.