My Star Poem by Hazel Durham
My Star
I notice my mother's softness
Against a hard edge citywide,
Cold concrete runs towards the incoming tide.
My annoying fine hair slips away from my plain slide,
Mother snaps it back into its rightful place,
Like the turn of a key in a lock.
My beautiful school of sandstone and red block,
The playground is overlooked by steel tracks and rock,
I hear the ambitious sound of speed, as a few passengers wave,
Mysterious faces on their way to grown-up places,
Life's heartbeat is their hunt, the daily chase.
I hold my brother's hand on our way home,
My red pixie hat, blue wool coat with earth colour buttons,
I run so fast up to the yellow front door,
To see a Princess in my mother's brown and green flecked eyes,
Her smile is a Kingdom of hot dinners, hugs, a discovery there is light in dark skies,
I snuggle into her lap and I listen to the leaping crackle of firewood,
Her gentle breath rises and falls with her light scent of a rosebud
My innocent eyes close and I draw in and out of dreams,
As school friends pick their favourite team,
I watch them from a lonely distance,
My mother's tender warmth makes her entrance,
She calls out my name "Hazel"!
In the inky black night her Star is my only light.
My respect and best wishes to your 'beautiful, loving and kind mother' wherever she is! 'In the inky black night her Star is my only light' - an appropriate concluding line to a brilliant tribute!
my favorite list and all the stars in the world! ! ! ! 100000000000+++++++++++++++++++++++++++*******************
Gorgeous! Utterly gorgeous! ! The power of your descriptives and the vitality of your vivid memories, and your pen breathed life into this glimpse of your Mother! ! ! I am totally in love with this poem and it is so well titled! ! ! ! 1ooooooooooooooo stars shine from the soul of this! ! ! !
beautiful Tribute Poem on the sense of remembrance /// Mohter the heaven according to Muhammadism Heaven is situated under the feet of a mother; yeah, those who behaves his/her mother well always he/she builds a palace in heaven (accordance of Islamic law)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 4:35:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It is really a great tribute to your mother in which the memories of childhood have been so touchingly delineated. I cite....Her smile is a Kingdom of hot dinners, hugs, a discovery there is light in dark skies, / I snuggle into her lap and I listen to the leaping crackle of firewood, / Her gentle breath rises and falls with her light scent of a rosebud.....In the inky black night her Star is my only light. Nice work. Thanks.
Thank you so much Kumarmani!