small child wakes up with a start <br />playground altercations smart <br />Her domain Her bedroom safe <br />love, control and comfort wait <br /> <br />near by mumbling voices hears <br />parental talk parental spheres <br />the door at Her request ajar <br />the landing light left on for Her <br /> <br />tonight from the ceiling <br />a private moon beams down <br />(A mirror and a kitchen plate <br />positioned by the door) <br /> <br />She pops two fingers in Her mouth <br />with one hand curls Her hair <br />looking up She smiles a while <br />then drifts away to sleep <br /> <br />She has Her spheres of influence <br />the things that She controls <br />Her smile, Her room <br />Her dad, Her moon<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-private-moon/
