The Little Savita Child....... [childhood; Moon; My Response To Savita Tyagi's Poem 'playful Moon'; Short] Poem by Bri Edwards

Many moons ago in a desert landscape,
a little girl, up from Earth, at me did gape.
She had long straight black hair (with one curl) .
I'd watch her ply** the bricks and sometimes twirl.

She smiled at me and my craters would fill....
with warmth from her smiles. That was until...
she grew up as human children are apt to do,
and off to the United States she quickly flew

But, i still see her at times walking on a path,
admiring the flowers and the setting sun.
Yes I'm sometimes watching though the sun hath....
not yet set! She looks like she's still having fun.

(October 10,2015)