Sliver Moon
At night when the sky
seems navy blue
And the moon shines golden
I see a picture postcard
dotted with amber stars
The moon is a tiny sliver
Drawn there just for me
And I expect to see the
funny cows and cartoon characters
Come bouncing over a painted,
metallic rainbow
Impossible in a night sky
But dreams see possibility
in everything.
Being a dreamer has also
made me a writer
And I love being this
When I see the sliver moon
I hear my Dad calling me
“Sliver”
And my Mom’s nickname for
me… “Wee Chicken”
The warm fuzziness of
childhood memories
Create the little golden
chickens and cows
That come bouncing over
that sliver moon
Delivering joy,
exuberance, and magic
My world seems happy,
safe, enchanted
And I am delivered like a
postcard with a stamp
To that place of magic
where dreams are real.
cailin raine
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