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Ma moon, ma moon where do you hide tonight
I look but cannot see your face shining so bright?
Ma moon, ma moon can you come out to play
I've waited and watched and looked for you all day.
Ma moon, ma moon will you answer please
I know you can show yourself in the sky with ease.
My boy, my boy, I am up in the sky
I look down and see you and often wonder why
My boy, my boy, why do others not see
That I am up here shining for others and for thee
Ma moon, ma moon I wait for you all day
I look to see your face and know it's time to pray
Ma moon, ma moon can you hear my call
Without you there the darkness shines upon us all.
My boy, my boy I am always here
My face shines toward your earth to always keep you near.
My boy, my boy I'm not always full
But I know that the earth's waters will always feel my pull.
Ma moon, ma moon do you play with the sun
Or do you go to sleep when your day is done
Ma moon, ma moon are you ever lonely
Do you play with the stars or are you their one and only
My boy, my boy I am very far from you
And God has given me a special job to do.
My boy, my boy I light the darkest night
To show the way to those who need a night time bright.
Ma moon, ma moon you're there for all to see
A nightly sight I look for that always comforts me.
Ma moon, ma moon please never go away
Keep your light up in the sky for ever and a day
My boy, my boy I will always go around
The place you call the earth, where you stand upon the ground
My boy, my boy you will always know my light
But now my boy, it's time to say goodnight.
When my grandson was first learning to talk he became fascinated with the moon. Every night, and day sometimes, he would want to go outside and look up to see the moon. He had difficulty saying moon so we thought telling him to say "Ma" as in mom, followed by "moon" would help with the "m" word. The result was "ma moon." For almost a year we all called the moon, "ma moon." He is still fascinated by the look of the moon and wants to go outside at night to just sit and watch it. We're not sure where the fascination started or why but it's been over a year now and he continues to love the moon. We know many adults are fascinated by the moon and it's wonderful light and guiding way.
Because of my grandson's fascination with the moon I decided to try my hand at a poetic fable. It's a fable because the moon talks back to the boy. It's basically a nonsense fable as there is no real conversation -- the moon doesn't really answer the boy's questions but speaks on his own, so it's not really a question and answer thing. It is a fable only because the moon speaks. Every fable has a moral; the moral in this 'fable' is that the moon finally says good night to the little boy talking to him. The moon also explains he has a special job to do so that might classify as an additional moral. Either way, it was fun to write and is written as a tribute to my grandson and his love of the moon. I hope you enjoyed reading it.
Please leave a comment and let me know if you enjoyed this little fable or not.