Childhood is a Waning Crescent


Childhood is a Waning Crescent


If I could measure the width of your childhood

between this year and the next, dear girls,

it would be as thin as a waning crescent.

It will be barely visible soon.


If I could measure the circumference of my pride, dear Esther,

between your mocks and results day,

it would be radiance squared.

We’ll go full circle next year with dear Rosa!


If I could measure the hem of your dreams,

between your proms and Eighteen, dear girls,

it would equal the number of stars in the sky.

And expand infinitely, just like the Universe.


If I could measure the angle of your edge,

between your spectrum and your brilliance, dear Rosa,

it would be right, not obtuse.

And all the worlds would turn in your direction.


If I could measure the fate of the Earth

and place it for you in the palm of your hands,

it too would be as thin as a waning crescent.

But it's all the brighter for you two living on it.


A Wensley

16.12.2025

🌙 Photo by Ralph Hoyte 📸 










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