A Child is Like a Moon

A child is like a moon -
     A shadow's pass at light.
It emanates, unbidden
     from the unconsoling night.
The glimmer born of miracle -
     We think - it's partly true.
Reflection on a firmament
     In velveteen and blue.
Just pretty borrowers of beams
     that circumnavigate
a star - a mother - only
     Earthen umbra obfuscates
That sacred glow:
                    Eclipsed perhaps
     On scattered, gloomy night -
But in eclipse, more present -
     The moon will always seek the light
(Image by Boston Bill) I wrote this poem originally in 2006 for my mother. It's been edited a bit since then.