There’s a misty werewolf moon tonight
and it reminds me of a poem I wrote you
just over 6 months ago
before you were born,
while you were still with us.
The stars twinkle reassuringly
in the cold night sky,
but the gloominess of this moon
covered in snatches of thin clouds
like scattered veils,
brings me to tears.
Perhaps it shines brighter from your side
—up in Heaven—
with no clouds in the way.
One day, honey, promise you’ll show me.