The Moon and I

Anala Newton

Every night I look out the window Up, up into the dark night sky. The moon calls out to me. The stars, her children, surround her With their bright twinkling faces observing the earth below. She passes on wisdom that only one so old can know. She winks with our own secret language. And in return, I blink my flashlight. She blinks again, and says “Hello, my friend, I see you have not yet forgotten me.” I would never forget her, my dearest friend, The moon.