moon dreams
the moon circles around the earth
it watches its birthplace
nightly every rotation no days missed
since it was sliced away into space
the romantic moon is my heart
alone yearning to belong again
it floats out there with no place to land
since you cut me off from your love
you’re not my son
but you’re flesh and blood
i was there for your arrival
raised you for eight years
our bonds grew strong
through mom’s rights
and too many wrongs
my love never wavered;
more than a grandson
to me, you’re my son
for twenty-one years
i’ve loved deeply
saw you off to college;
was there for crises or two
you are not my son
but to me
you are my son
forever
he is unclear,
confused and obtuse,
because he is not sure,
clear, or certain,
he wanted,
needed, or is required,
to use the oxford comma
when he writes a haiku,
sonnet, or limerick
elliot m. rubin is a New Jersey poet who has published over thirty books of poetry, facilitates two Zoom poetry critique groups, posts daily on Instagram and has over 10,200 poets following him. He also won first place in the Poets Corner Poetry Contest and has had poems published in assorted anthologies.
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