An Approving Moon

After jogging from the park to school,

because her mother had not

allowed enough time

for us to leisurely walk,

trudging slowly back up the steep hill,

pushing the stroller heavy with child,

I saw the moon

in the morning sky.

Half of the moon,

high up in the blue,

was smiling at me

for making the effort

to jog to school,

to please my granddaughter,

yet still get her there on time.

by:  Paula D. Nevison