I See The Moon

When I was a needy little SJG... as opposed to now, a prolonged phase best described as "more than a little needy," my mom used to sing me a lullaby that remains embedded in my keppy, a place in need of serious crowd control.  I can't look at the moon, full or crescent, makes no diff,  without singing this sweet song, and thinking of her.

I see the moon and the moon sees me
The moon sees somebody I want to see
God bless the moon
And God bless me
And God bless the somebody I want to see

Here's looking at you, Mom.  Wherever you are.