A Moon of a Star

My toddler son picked up a toy Star yesterday.

And said it was a Moon.

“It’s a Star,” I corrected him calmly and succinctly,

as mothers do with their small children

who are learning to talk.

“No, it’s a Moon.” He insisted,

all two years of life, standing tall.

“Okay,” I laughed.

“It’s your Moon.”

But really,

this small boy

with my own brown eyes

his father’s cherub curls

is my Moon.

With 5 points and a center

big enough

to hold me inside.

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