Moonstruck: #dVerse Prosery

I always check in on my children through the night. I did it constantly, pathologically even, the first time around. I’d been terrified by tales of ‘cot death’ and thought that if I didn’t check in on my newborn every five minutes he might die as a result of my neglect. Once I had my second, I calmed down a little: if hadn’t, I would have made myself ill.

The moon shines right through their window at this time of year: last week it was the harvest moon. I watched their peaceful, moon-kissed faces and I felt a sudden contentment as my fear left me:

“In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”

These lines came to me, and I remembered how the moon once sang them a song on a TV show: ‘I’m your light in the night sky.’ And you are mine.

Tonight Merril is our host for dVerse Prosery Monday: Moonbeams and Moon Dreams. She has asked for a prose piece of 144 words or less to include the following lines from Mary Oliver, “Death at Wind River”:

“In their dreams
they sleep with the moon.”

How ironic that I used the prompt to convey the comfort of my children sleeping peacefully, given the context of the original poem. However, I think a comforting piece is in order after my previous piece: Prognosis Dea(r)th.

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  1. This is so poignant 🙂 I believe as parents we are bound to worry .. but I am glad you found some respite ❤️

      1. I slept with all my babies so I didn’t worry. I think there’s a push to get babies into their own beds and their own rooms when they ought to be still with their mother. I’m not sure what point is being made, but it seems counter-intuitive to me.

      2. Exactly the same happened to me: he only started sleeping through the night once we slept together. Perhaps the formula milk industry would prefer our babies to be separated from us so they are less likely to breastfeed…

      3. The magazines that parents read (rather than ask their own parents for advice) have been telling us for years that the first thing you do when you’re pregnant is start preparing the baby’s room so everything will be ready, the mobile installed over the cot, the changing table and all the useless junk they insinuate if you don’t have will make you an irresponsible parent. I’m sure you’re right, it’s to do with the baby formula, that’s also handily enough approved of by the new father stuff—how unfair it is that men can’t join in the fun of feeding the baby.

  2. That’s something I missed once my daughter had grown up, checking on her through the night, and your prose brought that back to me, Ingrid. If I lived closer to her, I could have done the same for my grandson more often. It’s magical to see children’s faces bathed in moonlight. Lucas used to love watching Moon and Me on Cbeebies – my daughter’s favourite character was Mr Onion. 😊.

  3. “I see the moon, the moon sees me. God bless the moon, and God Bless me” lyric came to mind. I remember those nervous new-mother days!

    1. Thank you, Dale! So sorry I didn’t reply sooner, I’ve just discovered many beautiful comments in my spam queue, all from sites which I follow? WordPress strangeness!

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