RASPBERRY MOON ECLIPSE

Every year raspberries
sometimes as many as three!
grew in our garden  
and we invented
holding one up
to a full moon
to play ‘Raspberry Moon Eclipse’.

Now every birthday my Daddy
holds the memory of me
up to the moon until
I am Raspberry Moon Eclipse,
I am Ladybird
who flew away,
I am child,

I am my own tide now, waxing and waning his heart.