Moon

There you sit so high up in the sky

Your glaring brilliance illuminating only those things that wish to be seen. The shadows are still shadows and the night is still night.

Were you there on that night when he slipped into darkness and drew his first breath? I think you were.

Did you stand as a silent witness as the faceless one crept up those dark steps with a bundle in a towel? I think you were.

Did you feel the anguish or the pain, or perhaps, relief as she worked in darkness? Did she linger at the gates with a heavy heart and wait for some sign that all was well or did she skip away free to return to life as she knew it?

Did she send a silent prayer in your direction asking for blessings on the life she bore?

Did you see us last night, our heads bent together in a quiet whisper as I carried him into bed? Did you see us as I tilted our faces, one dark, one pale towards your glowing face in remembrance of that first moon we shared?

Did you feel the warmth of our love—she who created him from all the best she had and the one that loves and molds him with the best she has.

I think you did.