Dear moon,
have I told you that every time
have I told you that every time
I see you,
I think of
my boy?
The way his eyelashes gently flutter when he sleeps.
The way he reaches for my hand to grasp it.
He tells me,
"I love you to the moon and back, grandma."
His eyes mischievous and luminous.
He watches the moon
as I do,
in separate cities
but joined in thought and in spirit.
The way his eyelashes gently flutter when he sleeps.
The way he reaches for my hand to grasp it.
He tells me,
"I love you to the moon and back, grandma."
His eyes mischievous and luminous.
He watches the moon
as I do,
in separate cities
but joined in thought and in spirit.
The full moon intrigues him.
The quarter of the moon leaves him with anticipation for the growth
that will transpire.
He wishes he could touch the moon,
hold the moon in his hand and
place it back in the dark sky to light the way,
for all those lost,
for all those unloved.
Because his heart is full,
his heart is kind,
his love is complete.
hold the moon in his hand and
place it back in the dark sky to light the way,
for all those lost,
for all those unloved.
Because his heart is full,
his heart is kind,
his love is complete.
I hope you'll get to hug him again very soon.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rommy. I do.
DeleteLovely moon poem
ReplyDeleteHappy Wednesday
Much💝love
Thank you!
DeleteHow satisfying it was to read this beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteAh, this is lovely, though watching the moon from different cities makes me sad. It must be hard to live far from him. He is such a swet boy. I love this poem. You might think about collecting all of your poems to him into a book to give him one day.....a treasure!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sherry.xo
DeleteWhat a treasure he surely is! And how wonderful for him to have a grandmother like you.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely thing to say! Thank you!
DeleteGreat that you can both share the moon as you await to see one another.
ReplyDeleteAww sweet. Thank you, Pat.
DeleteLovely words
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteHow sweet.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteI love your tender love letter to the moon. It makes me smile.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteThis tugged at my heartstrings, and made me smile.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteI love that he wants to touch the moon, but not for keeps--the world should be full of hearts willing to share the light.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Magaly.
DeleteWe tend to forget how lucky we are having the Moon to lighten our darkness.
ReplyDeleteIndeed....
DeleteI wonder if every young astronaut felt this way about the moon. Perhaps, to bring a piece back to their grandmothers.
ReplyDeleteAwww. Hope you hlget to meet your grandson again real soon. Beautiful write
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteThis is incredibly heartfelt! He's lucky to have a grandmother like you.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much!
DeleteTo the moon and back ... a complete love ... a blessed recipient!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Deletewhat a lovely poem! i am smiling, thanks for it!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteOh that's so soft and lovely a poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly.
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