Slow Moving Moon

Thanks to Audra for telling about this wonderful poem written by a Mom adopting from VN! I've made a few addendums to personalize the poem to our adoption journey.

Marea Rose Jenness wrote this poem while waiting for her travel date to adopt her son from Vietnam, in the winter of 2001.

Slow Moving Moon

By Marea Rose Jenness

It started out a slit of light.

Stubbornly, it grew to a crescent.

In this January-February (October) sky,

while I wait to see you for the first time,

its progress seems painfully slow.

Three-quarters now, it will be full in three nights.

Then in reverse, it will shrink to a crescent before I travel.

Eleven (Seventeen) long nights.

I have no power to speed the earth's shadow as it moves across the moon's face.

I think that I may notice each degree of progress.