Moon Watching - Poem by Helen Osbourne
The moon has my mother's face on nights when my heart is empty.
She's been gone so long I've forgotten the sound of her laughter.
I see her in my dreams and in the mornings mirror.
She haunts my heart and I hear her inside my head.
She always delivers the same message. 'You really don't get it do you? '
'None of this really matters'.
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