by Shari Lynne Smothers
Looks like He put in
a brand new bulb.
I can see the gray markings clearly.
So brightly does it shine
in the cool blue sky,
it radiates out half its own thickness.
If I held up a paper
I could trace exactly
the picture on the side of the moon.
When my grandmother and I
were out on a night like tonight,
She would sing the moon song.
I never learned that song
I don’t even know that I liked it.
Only that I loved to hear her sing it.
She may have been flat
or slightly off key,
but there was pure joy in her voice
that gave me just one thing more
that I would one day miss,
each time I see a beautiful moon
clearly on a night like this.
From Pebbles in My Shoes, ©2004
Back-story: This is another poem from when my grandmother was sick; it was time I spent enjoying what we had left, and who I was losing, by reflecting on things we shared. The only thing left is the rest of the story. In the time since I wrote the poem, March 2003, a full moon still makes me remember, and smile.