Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven, where the love of our lost ones pour through and shine down on us to let us know they are happy.
Your wings were ready but my heart was not.
Wherever a beautiful soul has been there is a trail of beautiful memories.
Look for me in rainbows.
Those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us everyday, Unheard but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear.