O That I Could ... Poem

I hold the moon in my hands,
embrace it to me in my arms,
as I did you when you were but
a tiny innocent babe
nursing at my breast.

O, that I could protect you now
as I did then,
nurture you and you be full.

My heart and the moon go with you,
my beloved child,
as you try once again to
burst free from the chains of
addictions insidiously destructive.

If love could heal you,
If the moon could extract you from
grips of terror and nightmare trips,
it would have been done long ago.
But today you and the moon are
in your own hands...and Gods.


Karen Chaffee 2008
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