Moon Girl

She wanted to play
As in green childhood days
Bendable as a willow
Never allowing time to slip
Or to be chipped away at
But making the most of things
Like those treasures hidden away
In the glass Mason jar
Fingering each item in it
Small wonders, she’d held
As a girl of ten or so
A key, slightly tarnished
For an unknown doorway
She knew she was the same still
Unfraid to treasure little things
And to reach for the moon

© 2013 S. Michaels
Green Light Diary

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