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My husband and son recently took a trip to Europe. They had a wonderful time, as did I, truth be told; but still, I missed them. I went on with my life, but part of me was 'on hold,' waiting for them to return. My kids are still at home, so my husband and sons (all of whom were away the same week!) are still the center of my universe. We are approaching the emptying of the nest - still two years away - and I know this feeling will have to evolve and change into something else, a joy when we meet instead of a weight when we are parted. We will do fine. Busy lives and good relations with our children will smooth the way, but I can feel the change beginning.

While they were gone I saw a moon that spoke to me. I did not understand why "this" moon so moved me in the grocery store parking lot, but out poured this haiku (and I don't usually 'think' in haiku!). When they returned, I knew why I'd been inspired by that particular moon when my husband showed me this picture he took.




Moonsliver hangs. Suspended

Heavy. Over me.

Poised. Still. Unable to fall.




Photocredit: my husband in St. Malo, France.

The romantic me likes to think my poem and his picture were the same night. Whether they were or not is irrelevant. It's the thought that counts.