Another Poem for Froggy

Poor Froggy was up from 9pm-12:30am with tummy troubles. And while I rocked her to sleep, I thought of this:

Froggyface and the Moon

The face you have at the end of the day
is the same
as it was when you first
entered this world;
eyes adjusting to the light,
moon-shaped and questioning.
You looked up to me
and in a moment
answered everything.

-Froggymama