My Friend, The Moon

A Calm quiet night

Sure is lovely                                                                 

For grown-ups

But not for me.                          

For I love a bright night             

With twinkling stars

And a very bright moon

But sometimes only a star hangs over the sky    

And the disappears behind a curtain of cloud

Suddenly shy to be alone with a winking star.

But she does frighten me

When she makes the sky dark

Making me cling to my father.

But she is out again

Calling me to play

Glad to be out again

I run with my chums

I look up and whisper

‘I love you though

You desert me sometimes.’

ANUSHA.U.R.

9 yrs

Dedicated to the moon over the nature of which my father and I exchanged different versions. He said it carried the images of a mother and a child. I felt it was a man and a girl. We could not reach a conclusion.