Tonight’s moon hangs
In the sky
Like that one
Last Christmas ornament
That no one
Wishes to take
Down instead staring
At it remembering
Like a polished
Button on midnights
Jacket it sits
There catching sunlight
Like the first
Orange you touch
Or the last
Gumball you chewed
Oh moon visit
Me again tomorrow
It seems as
Though so many
Come back to
Me not as
Returned mail but
Rather like dogs
After a romp
In the brambles
Dirty smelly weary
Looking for a
Smiling face and
Some comfort after
Their far-off adventures
I guess I’m
Home to them
What a marvelous
Thing to be
For someone else
For as I
Recall you saying
It’s not the
Being together that
Binds us it’s
The time together
That does and
Since time is
What we have
We shall remain
Together for ever
It’s not the
Grand things I
Remember it’s all
The tiny hints
Of you that
Few ever see
That floats me
Like a buoy
In the water
Sleepy eyed mornings
Wink and giggle
Hide and seek
Among the hedges
Hiding in freshly
Raked piled leaves
Fresh snowball fights
That final last
Kiss good night
Before sleep pulls
Up the covers
All these silly
Inconsequential little things
Be sure to
Be young when
You’re young and
Old when you’re
Old for each
Has its own
Charm and grace
Neither to be
Missed or envied
Bring joy to
Others as you
Are however and
Whenever you are
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 