When I was five,
I dreamt my father
Had to go away
to take a job
driving the moon.
Inside the celestial orb,
clockwork gears and a
bicycle seat
with golden pedals
comprised his office desk
Once he left,
My siblings and I would watch
For daylight moons-
In the backyard,
we would stretch out our arms wide,
turn our heads to the sky
And scream for him
To notice us at last.
About the Creator
Penny Fuller
(Not my real name)- Other Labels include:
Lover of fiction writing and reading. Global sailor living on a boat. Woman in science. Most at home in nature. Working my way to an unconventional life, story by story and poem by poem.
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