Little Moon
Once, I held the moon inside me
In my womb, it grew
Not twinkling stars, nor blazing sun
It was the moon, I knew
A little lunar lovely
To call our very own
But bad news came a-knocking
Into chaos, lives were thrown
I held my moon, my baby
In the quiet of my womb
My arms never knew her
But, in my heart, she has a room
These things, they do happen
And no one can say why
I know one thing for certain, though
The Moon can never die
She was just too big for life on Earth,
As any moon might be
So back into the sky she flew
To shine over you and me
I love you, Little Moon.
This is beautiful
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What a great poem!
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