Mother Moon
A poem in ode to the Moon, my second mother
Moon, oh Moon
How I once loved to walk under you
Hoping that your gentle rays of light might grant me a boon
Blossoming like a moon lily, oh how I grew
You watched silently as my heart grieved on long nights
But I always felt your mother’s embrace
As a child I was terrified of heights
But never the night, with your beautiful grace
You shined bright and beckoned me home
Even when those crossroads deceived my feet
Under your light I was given free roam
Hoping one day we might meet
Would you love me like a newborn son?
Could you make me feel whole?
Or would you tell me to face the sun?
Because only she could fill that hole.
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Matthew Mccahey
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This is so beautiful and sweet. Enjoy reading this gentle poem.