Goodnight Stars, Goodnight Moon

Goodnight stars, goodnight moon
May I see you up close soon
For I know the Heaven is close
The winds whispers to me as it blows

So now I lay here in my bed
A world of wonders fills my head
Rainbow skies and morning dew
Or will it be something new

Heaven, heaven up above
Watch over the ones I love
May they feel loved in every way
For I must now go far away




When my mom died she had a letter prepared for me that would lift my spirits up and let me know that I was loved and wanted. This poem was on the last page of her letter. She used to tell me a story every night before bed, about the stars and the moon. About how one little lonely star had fallen in love with the moon, but it wasn't meant to be. I'll type it down at a later time. Reading these words though just made me feel like a little piece of my broken heart is ok now. I still miss my mom, a lot. Sometimes I still call her cell phone, ready to tell her about my day at work. I don't know if that's pathetic or not. Is it?

I just forget sometimes, that she's dead. Wow, dead. That's a really final word, isn't it? It's like an ending to a book. Well, that's kind of what it is. Her book is over, but not exactly. It goes on through me and my life. And then my children.

So readers, or future readers- Who important to you has died in your life and made you question your every being? If not anyone, have you had the chance to think about who you really are?