Since December 16th, its been a while since I've written a poem on my "in a whisper her stories came out" blog. Today I guess I found inspiration you can call it. Sometimes I can write and write, luckily today I typed. A friend of mine came to me broken hearted, I listen and a story/poem comes to mind.
Today was my friday, Ive been constantly working and now I can chillax. My son plays with my hair, tells me he loves me and kisses my cheek. Im glad he chose to be with me, this little angel said "I want her to be my mommy." He tells me every night, "mom i want the moon, I love it"
"You can have it, I'll give it to you okay" i tell him.
"Thanks mom, I love it"
No one ever gave me the moon and the stars, and my little prince must know deep down they mean alot. I know they mean alot, thats why I gave him the moon. My moon; that Ive looked at for the past 22 years, the moon that has the rabbit splash across its face.
The moon means alot to me.
Prince Charming was never going to give me the moon, the stars, the universe.
So as me and my son stare at the moon, I tell him to talk to the rabbit, the rabbit listens when no one else will.
Its funny because after I told him that he says "rabbit, I want a hot dog."
Maybe he'll understand when he gets older, but right now I'm enjoying this.
Good Night and Sweet Dreams.
Taylor.
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