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Monday, 12 March 2018

Poetry Monday


It’s Monday again and, with Monday, comes POETRY Monday.  This is the brainchild of Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border.  You can find her in my sidebar.  Diane gives us a theme every week which you can use, or not.  Why not join in?
This week the theme is ‘A story that is mostly true’.
Here we go.

It’s late
and dark.
The stars shine down
on a tiny house
in a tiny town.
Ten little toes on the pillow
and,
stretched way up high,
she looks out her window
at the night sky;
waves to the moon
and the moon waves back.
"That’s enough now,
time to hit the sack."
Flannelet sheets
and dryer warm jammies,
a kiss from mommy
and a hug from daddy,
night nights from grandma
and grandpa too.
"Lights out now,
the day’s over for you."
Carefully listen as they shut the door,
hear their footsteps moving across the floor,
then,
then little toes on the pillow
and stretched way up high,
arms on the windowsill
she watches the sky;
smiles at the moon
and the moon smiles back.
"Go to bed now sweetie,
I promise, I’ll be back."


Every night I would stand on my pillow and stretch way up to my port hole window so I could see the stars and the moon.   There was no light pollution waaaay back then.  That was my room and my window and MY sky until I was almost 12.  It's all true...well....I MAY have imagined the moon waving and smiling  and talking to me...maybe.

12 comments:

  1. That's a beautiful sweet poem. I don't remember ever watching the night sky when I was young. I'd get into bed and start reading instead.

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    1. lol...that came next with a flashlight under the sheets.

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  2. I am pretty sure that the moon DID talk to you. As she did to me.

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    1. Well, that\s the way I remember it anyway.

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  3. So beautiful and well written. I really enjoyed your poem.

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  4. LOVE it! And I'm sure the moon DID wave and smile and talk to you. Most people are just too self-involved to notice it. :)

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  5. Ahh - the sweetness! And clearly you were a thinker and a dreamer way back then, too ...

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  6. The sweetness and innocence of childhood- so brief.Kindly words are a honeycomb, sweet to the taste, wholesome to the body.

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