Moon Child

I flew,

past the skyscrapers tracing in the sky,

up an alleyway, dark and dangerous,

through the moon as it smiled at me. 

With shining yellow eyes, she called me her daughter,

and I just nodded and agreed.

When my wings touched her, up in the sky,

they felt so warm, so tender.

Everything seemed to melt away

like a miricle. 

Mother, 

I asked her

"when will i shine like you?"

she looked down at me and smiled,

brushing my hair away from my ear as she whispered to me

"you are brighter then I could ever be." 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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