My Godmother

My view of the moon from my bed.

The moon peaks through the corner of my window
It looks like a giant pearl in a sea of black
I say hello and I turn my back to it
I need to sleep
I don’t have time to wonder about her beauty
I don’t have time to wonder about what she thinks of me
She’s the only one that knows me well
The moon knows most of my secrets
I think that she may be the we one who nudges God every time I say a prayer
She’s my Godmother and she loves me

Angelica Flores

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