The Moon“Who’s the moon and the stars Mommy?” he would ask, and before she could answer he would say “Baby!” I would hear this many times a day when Phadraig was very small — a little round chuckle usually following it. Then he would go off and do whatever little boys do in whatever worlds they go to. And as my son grew, we would sometimes see the pale moon gaze of that little boy in his eyes, visiting us from his ever-widening orbit, pulling the tide of my heart along with him on his way. The gravity of growing up eased by the faint echo of a child’s laughter. It is acrylic on water color paper 22" X 28". |
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