Moon man, Please please let her go.
We truly miss our good friend.
We ask you, Man in the Moon,
Please don’t keep her til the bitter end.
As I’m sure we all have fences we must mend.
We miss her so very much
And things just aren’t the same.
We want her to come home again.
We all miss the excitement of her game.
We’re very sure she’s afraid she’ll be blamed.
The cat plays his fiddle.
The little dog laughed again
And the dish ran back with the spoon.
Waiting anxiously to see the cow.
The cow that jumped over the moon.
About the Creator
Barbara Gode Wiles
Barb is a young widow, having lost her husband and best friend at the age of 55. She is now devoted to her two daughters and her two beautiful granddaughters. Her dog is a constant companion.
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