Goodnight, Moon Poem by chris schwartz

Goodnight, Moon.
I watched the innocence of my daughter,
So quickly,
Flailing into the past
As I pushed her forward
In the swing, at the park.
It was a cherished moment,
Thought she never saw it as such
Yet I saw her strong, free spirit,
And I knew, she was a warrior,
In the clutch of a difficult time.
Goodnight, moon.
I say that, still,
In my life that pushes forward,
Not so quick to forgive,
But to recognize,
That in life,
We all where we are.
And no one is ever where they dream to be.
Eventually, the sun sets on us all,
Except for those who remain standing,
Saying,
"Goodnight, moon."