Artist: Catrin Welz-Stein
In the Sky
I always thought my mother lived in the sky.
She wears wide velveteen skirts to warm me.
She sprinkles snowflake prisms to tickle my nose.
She fluffs the clouds like she would my pillow.
She saves the fingernail moon for me.
She carries two big plates for our dinner.
It is our secret – no-one else will know.
No-one will find and hurt you again.
My mother lives safely in the sky now.
Inspired by Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #47