Stars shine solitary

Lovely daughters lost their mother

Smile as they search for her

Among their average days

Quiet but not conservative

She sought her sunken ship

Now every night her daughters sigh

A goodnight is not goodbye

The daughters are now mothers

As they have children of their own

Their days are full of joy and demure

A growth from gardens sown

A second chance to be a mother

To welcome children into their ways

They smile as they search for her

Among their average days.