I have seen the tears of many fallen stars,
the questions in their eyes,their souls forever scarred.
I was once a fallen star myself so long ago,
the wounds do heal eventually, but they don't seem to know.
We give the gift of life, to those we love the most,
and with that gift we give them pain and leave them with the ghosts.
It isn't fair that our children have to suffer so,
for our mistakes and thoughtlessness as parents we bestow.
All our children know, when they enter life,
is the love they crave so much we sever like a knife.
And when that bond is severed, beyond repair it seems,
our fallen stars are left with all their broken hearted dreams.
Now they have to build, a new life from the start,
then they live with fear, for whomever they may part.
The anger and the rage that we see from them,
who can blame the innocent from which the anger stems.
We took away their family, and their friendships too,
to make it worse we kept the anger, let it shine right through.
If only we could learn that our childrens hearts come first,
the road may be less bumpy, the hearts may hold less hurt.
The little ones do not need to feel so greatly torn,
they need to feel our strength and love to get them through the storm.
Regrets I have as a mom who loves my fallen star,
may he shine so brightly and mend his broken heart..