With her tiny pointing finger, she wonders at the moon, a child of my heart so small so cute, there is magic all around, for the moon is big and round, and grandma sings, a sweet smelling song. Plumerias white in the night, centers of yellow, like moon or like sun. Not every song, is lullaby in the night.
light of the moon -
heartbeats write the love songs
for a grandchild
© gillena cox 2016
Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Carol Law Conklin Batik Artist
