I thought I knew your story,
I read it half a million times;
I loved it to the moon and back,
And wished I'd been alive
To see your step and leap.
But I did not know you were grieving.
No child's book ever told me that.

How I wish I could draw parallels
Between your epic journeys:
One from the Earth to the Moon,
The other from loss to
wherever it led you to.
But that would be wrong of me:
One was a journey for us all,
The other was yours alone.