small child wakes up with a start
playground altercations smart
Her domain Her bedroom safe
love, control and comfort wait
near by mumbling voices hears
parental talk parental spheres
the door at Her request ajar
the landing light left on for Her
tonight from the ceiling
a private moon beams down
(A mirror and a kitchen plate
positioned by the door)
She pops two fingers in Her mouth
with one hand curls Her hair
looking up She smiles a while
then drifts away to sleep
She has Her spheres of influence
the things that She controls
Her smile, Her room
Her dad, Her moon
Charming poem. We all need a private moon at times. May your poems continue to shine in 2006. Regards, Sandra Fowler
I get this. I like the thumb sucking reference, it's said children do that because they miss their absent mom. It's interesting you mention a father and no mother in this. I had a bedroom I used to lock myself into when I was a dinky kid that had big windows and I would gaze at the moon. It was a constant in an inconsistant life.I still crave that room my secure hovel. good work. it's touching.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is such a tender poem Sean.........very nice. Sincerely, Mary