My Daughter Gave Me the Moon

Super Moon 2016

By Joan Leotta

Just days after my birthday

January, 1948,

they tell me,

super moon

slipped through

my bedroom window

to bless my sleeping baby

cheek with his

soft silver kiss.

So, when he returned

in full close glory

I watched for him

through my kitchen

window.  Now a woman, 69,

cooking supper, I hoped

for some lunar recognition or

at least to glimpse that rare beauty.

Rain and clouds barred

me from meeting moon—

Sunday, Monday.

Even Tuesday morn and eve

fog denied me moon

sighting joy

Tuesday morn,

I complained by phone

to my daughter, Jennie,

who commiserated –

fog had blocked her from

moon sighting too,

miles away in Washington.

On Tuesday night, however,

driving to a meeting,

fog cleared for her; Jennie

spied the moon!

She stopped, snapped—

emailed two photos to me.

So, against all celestial conspiring,

My daughter sent me

what fog tried to hide.

My daughter gave me the moon.