When Grandma was the moon
A story to help children with grief of losing a loved one
An excerpt from the story
Did you know the moon’s an artist and she paints with the evening light. She gathers the world’s colours and hides them beneath the night.
Did you know the moon’s a lady and she dances through the evening. She gathers the tides of the ocean and their movement is her breathing.
Did you know the moon is watching and the clouds hold her thoughts so tight. She gathers all your kindness and turns it into light.
Oh, did you know the moon's a teacher and she times her class to the rolling tides. She gathers all the children and gazes inside their minds.