Moon
- Rebecca Beickert
- Aug 23, 2022
- 1 min read
She sat in the backseat of the car staring out the sunroof.
Between mumbles, she finds “moon,” gently.
Moon? Moon, she said moon!
She said her first word and now put a
name to the floating swiss cheese in the sky.
It was her guiding light and it would watch over her
wherever she went.
She will never buy a car without a moonroof.
Her children will forever have the choice to look through it.
Maybe one of them will connect with moon—
Maybe even think it is a chunk of cheese that a mouse
merely misplaced.
Even if that doesn’t happen, she is content knowing
the moon is watching over them
wherever they went.
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