“How far is it to the moon?” she asks.
You look down at the top of her head.
“A long ways, my love,” you say.
She turns and gazes up at you
With big brown eyes,
And you know that someday,
Somehow,
She will achieve greatness.
“Mommy?” she says.
“I love you that far.”
She points a stubby finger
Up at the gibbous moon,
Shining up high in the dome
Of the heavens,
Distant and mysterious.
“I love you to the moon.”
She pauses, thinks, and speaks again.
“I love you
To the moon and back,” she says.
She turns back to watch the clouds
As they skitter across the pale moon,
Suspended in the sky
Among thousands of stars
Like little globes of fire
In the impenetrable darkness.
You stare down at her,
Sitting on the porch at your feet,
Legs crossed, dress pulled over her knees.
She doesn’t realize how much she means to you;
Maybe she never will.
But it doesn’t matter,
Because in your heart
You will hold those words.
“I love you
To the moon and back.”
