mother moon

every time
i see your smile
i just stop
and pause awhile

i ponder
gawk like a child
i wonder
what it was
that made you wild
why so long
since you smiled

up at your face
i stare, beguiled 
how is it you
remain undefiled

of countless years
you have compiled
amidst turmoil 
steadfast unriled

such serenity
held in your smile
it warms me
reassures me
as if 
i am your child

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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