The Story Of Stars Poem by Isabel Lavender

Since the beginning of time we all asked the same
where do we end is it all just a guessing game?
Well I don’t think so, just try to look up afar
my decision is final, lost ones become a star!

One is Columbus our little too soon lost puppy!
There is my grandmother’s twinkling hubby!
Right out and above some of the cats I loved!
My Father is shining down with a golden sword!

Ferris wheels and shooting stars in dimension.
The brightest light above essential to mention.
A beautiful soul vanished and gave me grief,
the Devil calls the good ones such a bad thief

The Big Bang scientists say it happened for a reason,
us who believe in God believe it is high treason.
Milky Ways and Shooting Stars a sign to believers.
The Lord gives us hope not to be lost grievers.

The Northern Star shining brightest and very strong,
certainly The English Rose who left us too young.
In the future a star will hopefully bear my name,
I pray to become old before getting true Star Fame.