My grandpa used to tell me that the stars that we see at night are the light of many angels. I was only a child when he said this, so of course I found it incredibly fascinating. But unfortunately years passed and I grew older and as did my grandpa along with growing much weaker. My imagination started slipping away and I no longer believed in that nonsense. His memory slowly went away and once he was 85 years old, his heart took its last beat. I always thought he went to heaven, it seemed more logical than him becoming one of the stars. It wasn't until I was 30 years old that I reunited with my beloved grandpa and I realized he had been right all along. Now from up here in the night sky I can see my children along with their father looking up at me, and they may not know it but I am indeed one of the stars, and I'm always watching over them.
T.R
A/N: I really love this poem because it's partly true because this happened with my mom and her grandpa. Yes, my mom is still alive but I just find this concept so beautiful. Hope you all enjoyed it :)
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Poetic Venom.
PoetryHere lies the the unconditional love you have for him, the jealousy towards her, the secrets you haven't told, the friendships you thought would never end, the fantasies and dreams you wanted to come true, and the pain caused by society. This is you...
