the full moon we didnt need to see

the full moon we didnt see 

this one is about... you guessed it! my mom lol 

im sorry for all the poems about her, shes my best muse. i think of her constantly and i want to keep her alive in the imagery of my writing 

the greasy fish we fried and ate

and you would even eat the bones

you sliced my filet into pieces 

and when you crunched, scrunched up my nose

"theres a full moon out tonight"

would you watch it there with me?

the crickets chirp in summer heat 

you grab a wing we stroll the eve 

the apple blossom flowers white 

and pink their scents just reach my nose 

honeysuckles, fireflies 

the moon embraced us with her glow 

"theres a full moon out tonight"

clouds made it difficult to view 

the heaven is a gray abyss 

the only light i need is you 

so in the misty summer air 

we both abandoned this affair 

who can say if it was truly full?

either way, that evening wasnt dull 

we found more useful things to do 

a better way to waste the night

you tucked me in on the brown couch

agreed wed catch the moon next time 

"ill always rub your back my baby 

let you have the longest fries 

ill be here when the sun comes up 

ill be here when the bright moon shines"

and as i drifted off to sleep 

you held my hand and kissed my cheek

"ill always eat the bony fish, 

your mother i will always be"