Under my Personal Moon

Under my personal Moon

I’m in the autumn of my life struggling with MS,

Drinking Texas – style iced tea listening to dead leaves as they float toward the frozen landscape pondering the scenes under moon’s shadows.

When I think I’ve lost everything,

I know it’s just MS,

And not me.

I can’t think like I use to,

But I CAN love.

I’ll smell pumpkin pies with Its bright orange’s taste- I can partake mother’s fried chicken,

And Southern cream gravy.

I’m aware of sunsets as if it’s the first time,

I remember how I laugh as I did earlier.

Tonight,

I view September’s Red Moon – pensive about the future – praying with my Rosary - enjoying sweet tea with mint.

Daryl Halencak