Poetry / The Gold Star

There’s a gold star in the heavens tonight
That shines for a mother’s son.
Though he’ll not return
In her heart he lives on
A memory time can’t erase

In the darkness of the night it glows brightly
Like a beacon shining down from above.
And a tear stained face in a window pane
Gazes upward and silently preys…

“Oh God be kind to us mothers
Whose boys are far over seas.
Though I know some won’t return
For a halo they’ve earned,
Please protect the others from harm”

In each home tonight someone kneels
While a cloud passes over the moon,
And though the world grow dark,
In God’s Haven above,
That gold star shines brightly on.

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