The night you were born,I held you tight in my arms
-hardly believing.
Drawing the Moon
By Edward S. Gault
You came up to me
With your little red book
The one you put the stickers in,
And a crayon.
You told me that
You wanted me
To draw the moon.
So I drew a line for the horizon,
Long vertical lines became trees.
A river flowed down through them.
Then I drew stars.
Finally, I drew the moon,
And filled in the sky dark blue.
Because you wanted to see me draw,
And there would come a time
When you will not care what I can do.
Copyright 2008
One Single Impression: Gift
