The Moon, My Mother

by Thomas R.

She stands on the barren land
And looks for the last time
Her mother is every grain of sand
And then she sees his smile sublime

So she goes with him
To his home on Earth
Leaving her home gone dim
To a world not of her birth

Soon she changes herself
Transforms her entire life
Soon she puts her past on the shelf
Almost forgetting that grave sacrifice

Still she watches the moon at night
Remembers a tragic death up there
Still haunted by the terrible sight
Of her mother become nano-tech sand with hair

She looks at the growing dark spot of the Moon
Shuts the curtain and holds her man while weeping

Copyright © 2004 by Thomas R.