Every year quite without fail
I would go home to celebrate
a birthday for which I could not be late
to see my mother in the Devon dales
an area you would quickly realse
gives real meaning to Dark Skies
and as those jewels passed overhead
we were awestruck, no words said
but sadly she has now passed on
my reason for the trip has gone
and though the meteors still come
I see a few but their meanings gone
Beautiful
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