Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Moon Stories

She is too weary now

To ponder life’s deeper virtues

The ‘what’ and the ‘how’

The ‘should have’ or ‘want to’

So she slips her arm

Around the little girl

And together,

On the edge

Of a silent world

They sit and listen to the moon


Tonight I asked Victoria to come and sit on the porch with me

And listen to the moon. (she told me she could hear what he said)…


  1. Oh how sweet :) Sometimes it's nice to soak in the moment, as you did tonight with your daughter...

    A little verse my parents used to say with us... "I see the moon, and the moon sees me... God bless the moon, and God bless me!" I think of it every time I see moonlight through my windows...

    Reading this poem was the perfect way to bring my day to a close ~ thank you... and goodnight :)

  2. Megan, it was one of those special times. My son was out there too. He is 13, NOT into such things as 'listening to the moon, he much preferred to bug his sister;), but he did say that it's 'pretty nice outside tonight'...

    I'll need to remember to pass on that precious little verse.

    Thank-you so much.
    ...oh, and I never told you how much I liked your 'sweet surprise' painting. So lovely!'s a little like poetry too. Some of those most unexpected inspirations turn out to be favorites!


Thank you for your visit to this porch. Any thoughts you would like to share?