The moon follows me

 

Walking in the dark, 

back from the church fair

The mood I was in was swell,

candy floss still stuck to my hair

I held my father's hand while walking

and behind us I'd seen..

the rest of the family 

lazily moving forward, 

not one of them too keen

We had to go home 

and settle in for the night, 

the fun had finished 

though the full moon still shone bright.

I noticed it as soon as 

I left the church grounds, 

the moon seemed to shine 

sharper in the retreating of the insane crowds

A turn here, a left there

when I looked up 

it was still there...

after what seemed to me a small kilometre or two,

I just couldn't figure out why it seemed stuck 

in the same spot like glue

A tiny me was spooked now indeed,

this moon was following us,

I couldn't figure out its purpose or need

Unable to contain my fear,

I held my father's hand ever so near

So dazzled was I with my assumption,

this moon consumed my thoughts without discretion

I sniffled and tried to look up to my father's face

avoiding the white culprit just above in outer space

Oh, then I realised in my fear 

I had held someone else's hand. 

Dear oh Dear!

Looking around quickly, 

retreating away from this person 

With my gaze scrutinising the scene

When I saw my father's smiling face appearing...I was again serene

Listening to me blabber,

Questions to him flew 

 “ It’s ok, it’s ok”, I heard 

 Sighs and silence ensued 

He held me in a long embrace,

the moon didn't want me as its slave, 

said my father

It follows us not, it's just right in its place