Growing up

Moon is the mellow mother
Our father Sun leaves behind
To remind us he is still out there.

When Sun returns home angry-faced,
He quickly “outshines” faithful Moon.
“The woman knows her bloody place.”

When Moon is through her periods,
She’s even less than herself then.
Some nights she’s gone. But not for good.

We’re grown up now. His tyranny
No longer scares. We have our own:
Our light. Our heat. Our coolness too.

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