I see the moon,
The moon sees me,
Down through the leaves of that old acacia tree.
Please let the light that shines on me,
Shine on the ones I love.
Mom, I think every time I see the full moon here in Uganda, I remember you singing that song to us in Kenya. I don’t even know what the real words are but they don’t matter. I like remembering you singing it and I hope that you feel that little prayer that I send up on the full moons. I love you and miss you! Happy Mothers Day Mom!!
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