Alan L. Winters
TO LUNA, WHICHEVER CHAIR YOU’RE UNDER
Dear child, let me share my yarn with you
Or maybe just my lap will do
To let you know how much I care
Hiding there beneath your chair.
Come out and show your gentle face
And fill my life with grace.
Come and chase away the rain
And replace it with your moonbeams.
Luna dear, come out and play
It’s going to be a sunny day.
©Copyright November 10, 2002 by Alan L. Winters