In Between, or New Year’s Eve Day (25)

I am up for my mother
in the dark.
In between trips down the hall to her
I sit on the edge of my bed
wait to see if she settles again
and see the fat crescent moon rising
above the ridge
the whole rim of the moon lit up, too
my big silver lining
I would have been asleep
missed this magic.
It is light when I go back to bed
the moon a long, lovely sliver in the sky
penultimate day of her cycle
daylight thinnest sickle of her
a second blessing
this last morning of our year.

2 thoughts on “In Between, or New Year’s Eve Day (25)

  1. Oh, thank you so much, Bart! I have never considered myself a poet, so it is especially sweet to hear this—and especially from you. :)

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