Sonlight
I’m grateful to see the full moon because it reminds me of my son.
I’m not sure why.
I suppose only a celestial body can match his beauty.
So I cry. I howl at the moon with tears.
When the moon comes out I don’t turn into a werewolf.
Instead I turn back into a father.
Like the moon gives back the light that the sun gave to it the day before.
I give back the love that my son gave to me.
