The Mom I Want to Be

The moon looks tonight!

She was never so cunning before;

Her two little horns

Are so sharp and bright,

I hope she’ll not grow any more.

 

If I were up there,

With you and my friends,

I’d rock in it nicely, you’d see;

I’d sit in the middle

And hold by both ends.

Oh, what a bright cradle it would be!

 

I would call to the stars

To keep out of the way,

Lest we should rock over their toes;

And then I would rock

Till the dawn of the day,

And see where the pretty moon goes.

 

And there we would stay

In the beautiful skies,

All through the bright clouds we would roam;

We would see the sun set,

And see the sun rise,

And on the next rainbow come home

 

Eliza L. Follen