Moonlit skies
supply nurtured illumination
for the baby of the night.
So afraid at this tender age,
mother wraps her glow.
Both husband and wife working shifts
that leave baby alone at times.
Father a fiery aggressive soul,
slowly slips into drunken stupor
that only mother can shape him from.
Moon so caring, yet picked
a match so deadly.
A child, living between
must vacate twilight and evening
crests just to piece together
a family portrait.
Sun and Moon,
burning star that dims at night,
drunken; glowing orb that
leaves child for promises
to a larger family.
Child forgotten
to most in the day
and night.


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