mister moon and me
I hadn’t noticed how much the moon
had changed in such a short period of time
and I was beginning to believe
perhaps it was I evolving even faster
I told my daughter the other day
I wasn’t the same person from ten years ago
and as she nodded in agreement
I wasn’t sure she truly believed me
I keep sticking my hands in my pockets for
no particular reason
and everytime I bring them back out
I look at them in complete amazement
I remember as a child I would play in the bathtub
with armies and fishes made of soap
and after a while I would exclaim
look mom I have old man hands again
now the moon is the oldest man I’ve ever known
and I tell myself I will get there one day
as long as I don’t lose sight of its wonders
and the all possibilities it displays
august two thousand seventeen
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Lovely. Time is strange and very mailable, until your hands are always old.
Thank you very much – and yes, time is strange that way.
Oooh, lovely.
thank you so much, Sarah
Always. 😊
oh I love this. just went to the top of my favourite list.
thanks so much, Denise, I’m glad you like this one.
You know I’d love this so. 🌹
yes, I know you are crazy about the moon
wow!
thanks so much mk!
you’re welcome! 🙂
wonderful