Poetry Please!-romancing the night

Under A Sickle Moon
‘How odd, mamma, is the moon!’,
Eyes shut, child and let go
Of day’s wear and tear;
Night and sleep do despair,-
It’s past bedtime you know?
To see a child awake and scare
A frail old thing as moon
Oddly thin and worn down,
While you swaddled in silk
And a bed lined with cotton fluff,
Must to them seem very [...]

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For Mother’s Day-oops I’m late

A MOTHER FOR ALL SEASONS ©
God was very busy. But he heard the cry just the same. He knew a child was calling for attention. He turned to all those papers piled high before him. He said: “I cannot make it today. What shall I do?”
He bravely tried to finish as much as he could. [...]

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