Keep on Shining

I tacked the moon to my door
with a thin silver nail, it shines
there still, full and round.

I sit by dad on the couch,
his hair filled with thin silver
nails, his eyes are tired
but still we watch old movies
starring Elvis.

Mom sighs seeing Elvis,
he still makes her heart race
I sometimes see her look
at dad that way.

I watch them together
laughing and smiling,
"I am glad my daughter
can see love like that."

I sit in the glow
of TV light alone;
bed has called all
away save me.

All that is left
is that paper moon,
the silver nail, and
Elvis in black and white.