My Mother's Star ~

When twilight goes and night has made 
the crimson flags of sunset fade 
while down the drowsy, wearied hills 
her purple fruitage flooding spills _
When night has come and day has ceased 
across the valley to the east 
a star hangs tender, soft and low 
I love to watch it shining so _
I say, "That is my mother's star!"
though far away _ oh, far and far
I know she watches over me 
as tender and as lovingly 
as when she led me _ footsteps slow 
A-down the paths of long ago 
no other star may ever shine 
as glows this Mother Star of mine _

(my mom died in 1998 and I miss her so much 
 but she is in my thoughts daily and I cherish the beautiful memories!) 

(photo is from Google.)