Sister
The Moon, the Moon, the magnetic Moon.
She draws me in, watches as I sin,
And never says a word.
The Moon, the Moon, the effervescent Moon.
Turns night into day, watches as I play,
In the most perfect solitude.
The Moon, the Moon, the ever-present Moon,
My constant friend, that transcends
Every other.
The Moon, the Moon, the captivating Moon.
Entrancing, historically enchanting
Every poet, artist, romantic.
The Moon, the Moon, the full and gracious Moon,
Always reliable, never deniable,
Mysterious, unmistakable Moon.
by Tisha Christenson-Dillon
Everywhere With Me
I still miss you Lowell,
I wish you didn’t have to go.
Some called you Dad,
Some called you friend
I called you both,
But then you didn’t always send
Me a birthday card every year
I forgave you for that
Long long ago.
We sat outside on the bench,
Calling Ellsworth our home
For the last time together
That summer
Now you are scattered everywhere:
In my heart,
In the creek,
In the lake,
All around,
In the air,
With not a care,
In my salty tears,
In our memories,
With every fish I catch or buy,
Or eat,
Next to me on the carseat,
In every breeze that blows
Through every tree,
Everywhere with me.
Every night when I go to sleep.
You were with me from the start,
And I was with you at the end.
Always in my heart
Always in my heart
Always in my heart.
by Tisha Christenson-Dillon
People breaking up
Shocking news. People I know breaking up after a long time together.
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