Orion Poem by Julie Schleppegrell

I can't offer much,
I can't buy gold and such.
To show how much you mean to me,
I decided to give you something that's free.

It will last your lifetime;

There is a son who is called Orion,
with it's origin of stars that have had me cryin.
These stars belong to others,
Each given their own by their Mother.

16, I was given the first one,
the star to left of the belt for fun.
The boy with whom I was tied,
left me this token when he died.

That star is not mine anymore,
while I pull it ashore...
Throwing it back now with out further ado,
that star is not mine anymore as i am giving it and gave it to you.