I spent part of the early afternoon hanging out with Owen, missing tooth and all.
I didn’t spend nearly enough time with him and he cried when I left, inconsolable. He wouldn’t lay down and go to sleep. He only wanted me to read to him, to tell him a story, to tickle his back.
I’d read him a book by Margaret Wise Brown – she of “Goodnight Moon” fame – and it sparked my imagination.
Today’s Ficly Friday entry, “Hello, Moon“, is hardly a story. It’s a poor excuse for a poem. It says some things I’d like to say better and it plays at the form I’d like some of my writing to take.
I like the form (personally) but not the overall function (effect).
I hope you enjoy it. Leave me a comment, here or there.