“I love you to the moon and back”
Eight simple words my mother utters to this day.
As a child, I would accept these words
with unflinching reluctance and say:
“I love you too!”
without truly comprehending the weight of her words.
But as inevitable time encroaches,
there is no time to waste.
I dread the day I drop off the last bag for college
and hug mom and dad goodbye.
“I’ll see you soon!”
We’ll say in an everlasting embrace.
I wish to reciprocate to her
what her words have meant to me.
Dear mom,
As we carry our days on this
massive floating rock,
you are, and have always been,
my continual rock.
I want to dance on the
rings of Saturn with you forever,
even if you dance to the beat of
your own drum.
As for me, I am the
burning spheres of light,
working fondly to resemble
the striking constellation of you.
There may be the sun with its burning glare,
and the stars with their copious twinkling,
but the moon is continuously present, in the
times of light and darkness.
Just as you are.
I love you to the moon and back.
