I want to smooth out the lemony moon
that hangs above the baby's room
the lemony moon that shines for her
bobbing in and out of her half-formed baby dreams
little clouds too will warble there
edged in red violet crayon
looking the part
oh lullaby of all the colours
do not depart
before I have stitched you in
like a pineapple pocket of all the charms
and fastened you close to her heart
that she may remember me.
mary angela douglas 22 january 2022; 2 march 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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