Morning Moon

Reflecting on my daddy

He is the morning moon

Faint but ever present

Surrounded by light

And a million scenes

Reminiscent of youth and love

Pain and death

Promise and hope

Cold yet reflective

Waning yet whole

He is the morning moon

And the light in my mother's eyes

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

I've written about my Dad many times through the years. I was only six when he died at 33, so my memories of him are quite vague. But I fell in love with the syntax of this emotive piece, and embrace its brevity for speaking volumes. Such a beautiful read, Larq!

[Chris]

And within your eyes?

Perhaps an unfair question on my part... but even roses have thorns.

[Larq]

Within my eyes...he HUNG the moon. I was a daddy’s girl. I lost him too soon. I was 25...I miss him every day.

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful words shared. To be the light in someone eyes. A honored place. Thank you dear Poet for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow so allegorically beautiful, this description....
i have missed reading you, Larq!