One moonless starry night
When millions of sparkling diamonds
Lay strewn across a black velvet sky
I walked in a grove of whispering Oaks
When suddenly I saw a wounded Star:
I picked you up and dusted you off
And nurtured you back to health with love
Until you were whole again…
When the time came, I placed you in Orion
To shine with all the other Stars;
You are my OWN little Star…
Still shining, I see you – my Riska.
Antoinette LeRoux © 2016
My Riska – 1990 – 1998 – Lost to cancer
Loved your poem. It is so touching.
Thank you so much! She really was my little Star, still missing her. :'(
You livened her up in someone else’s mind by your words,, be happy. 🙂
Tank you! 🙂