T his child gazes wonderingly out of her open bedroom window. This warm Spring night in May she has captured the Flower Moon, bloomed full. This night they hold in share dreams of the future, the near and the far. Colorful pails on the ocean’s beach, festooned in starfish and octopus. The sweet taste of jam on buttered crustless bread, only a little smudged on smiling cheeks.
Lipstick smeared on a giddy grin. Tea and cookies with bear, bunny, mrs. whiskers — and daddy. There will be crayons, play-doh, soccer balls, skinned knees, and confusion about stupid boys. There will be hair curls, and muddy hands. What a joy she will know, lost in the world of pretend.
Then the further strum of imagination, that brings song to the burgeoning young heart. The rhythm of spirit that brings the thrill of dance to young feet, that elevates the courage of youth, that will help drive away the awkwardness, fear and sadness.
An all-night campfire shared with friends beneath a canopy of forever stars. More questions about boys, maybe girls — this time different questions. Questions about her body, about tomorrow, as the hands of time carry her dreams into the future, toward the doors opening on possibility.
But now, this moon child is filled with excitement! Amazed, wondering, wishing — she is loved, happy, and safe.
holds eternity’s promise
brings sweet tomorrows
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse