Where’s My Moon?

Gazing at the sky, all cloud-strewn

A child wonders, Where’s my moon?

Child cries a river like a monsoon;

Wails and wails, Where’s my moon?

Tucked in bed, snug as a cocoon,

Child coos gently, Where’s my moon?

Child wakes at sunup, fresh as June

But worries still, Where’s my moon?

Child nibbles fruit like a little raccoon;

Frets between bites, Where’s my moon?

Child even watches a favorite cartoon.

But young mind wanders: Where’s my moon?

Like a broken record stuck on one tune,

Child keeps asking, Where’s my moon?

Child pretends all afternoon

And quizzes a wizard, Where’s my moon?

Child swims long and wrinkles like a prune;

Floats the question, Where’s my moon?

Dinosaur twisted from a green balloon.

Pops! Gone forever. Like my moon?

Child eats ice cream from a silver spoon.

The scoop a reminder: Where’s my moon?

Child rolls in the tub like a silly loon.

Splashing, asking, Where’s my moon?

Child sees the sunset from a little room,

and begs once more: Where’s my moon?

Mama promises, Soon, dear, soon.

And sure enough: There’s my moon!