Friendship with the Moon

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This poem is a personal poem I've put plenty of heart and soul in. It's based off my own relationships and events that inspired me to put this into a work. Enjoy.

Submitted: June 07, 2017

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Submitted: June 07, 2017



There was once a girl, smarter than the average boy,

She didn't have much friends, but she was so full of joy.


At six years old,

her Father had moved...

Seemed the only company she had then - was the moon.


Each night she'd stare out her window,

and she'd set her mind free.

"What's beyond the moon and stars? What's in between?"


At eight years old,

She learned of  far-away planets.

"What if Dad went to Saturn?
That one's gigantic."


She looked up at night,

thinking her Dad was in space.

She wrote him a letter every night,

since she couldn't see him face to face.


When the girl was twelve,

her Mother found her letters.

She knew where her Dad had gone,

but letting her wonder was better.


At fourteen years old,

the girl stopped her chase.

She said, "My Dad is out there.

But he's not in space."


Her Mother was tearful,

she asked, "How do you know?"

The girl responded sadly,

"Hell is where you told him to go."


Her Mother worried,
worried her daughter suffered.
That's just how it goes,

when you're raised just by your Mother.


At seventeen years old,

the girl was almost grown.

She then had a boyfriend,

she was to marry and have kids of her own.


As soon as she graduated,

she headed to a university,

to study the outside world,

for a degree of astronomy.


At twenty-one years old,

her Mother spilled the truth.

The Father left them both,

because he wanted to start his life new.


That meant his name.
That meant his personality and life.

That meant a new job.
That meant new kids, a new wife.


The Mother explained,
her Father was doubtful.

Explaining the truth,

was just a mouthful.


"He said we'd suffer,

that'd you be like me.

That there'd be a day,

that I'd have nothing."


The girl felt anger,

but also relieved.

Because she knew the truth,

and erased her beliefs.


The beliefs he'd come back,

and decide to be a Dad.

The belief he'd apologize,

and make up for his bad.


At twenty-four,

the girl was in labor.

She had a boy,

he looked just like her.


When the boy was four,

his Grandma was dying.

He only recalled a full room of doctors,

and his Mom & Dad crying.


As soon as the girl's Father,

heard of her Mother passing,

he quickly rushed to the funeral,

where time seemed everlasting.


The girl avoided him.
She hated his sight.

She knew if they spoke,

it'd just be a fight.


But she swallowed her pride,

and took a deep breath.

She knew this was the chance,

that she'd been hoping to get.


"How are you?

I'm your daughter.

A few years back,

you left me and my Mother.


I doubt you remember,

I was six at the time.

In case you're wondering,

I grew up just fine.


That woman played the role,

of a Mother and a Father.

I have a son now myself,

No, you can't meet him, don't bother.


No, I'm not a drop-out.

And I'm definatly not an alchoholic.

I graduated with a degree,

and the house I live in, I bought it.


Since I grew up without you,

and now my Mom is gone,

I can say I am an orphan,

and now I'll carry on.


You swore she'd be nothing.

You use to wish her the worst.

But one thing she was good at,

was always putting me first.


She made sure I was fed,

she made me soups for my flus.

She made sure I never cried,

over deadbeats like you."


She left her Father speechless.

He regretted ever leaving.

It now felt as if,

his soul started bleeding.


He watched his daughter walk away,

she was at peace with no stress.

It turns out you don't need a Father,

to have some success.


He didn't help guide her,

she found her song without his tune.
all she really needed was,

her friendship with the moon.




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