Eclipse

By: Giselle Fraire

Me and my dad, we sat on the grass. 

My first eclipse yet happened to be his last. 

A bittersweet moment which flew by fast. 

I wish I could go back, that's all I ask. 

The eclipse went by, but I wanted to cry. 

My dad smiled and gazed up at the sky. 

So, I will too, and I'll wipe the tears dry. 

Yet even so ill dread the word “goodbye.” 

The sky went dark in the moment of totality. 

As the sun and the moon, perfectly aligned. 

Everyone watched, a moment of originality. 

Thats when the sun once again shined. 

The sun was back, and my dad smiled with glee. 

“Will you watch the next one for me?”