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\u201cI see the Moon, and<\/em><\/p>\n The Moon sees me<\/em><\/p>\n The Moon sees somebody I\u2019d like to see<\/em>\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Low, off-key, the little children\u2019s ditty pops out, first as humming, a melodic memory from childhood a half-century ago.\u00a0 Absently, I begin singing the old rhyme as we stand outside, waiting companionably on the dog\u2019s evening ritual under the warm light of a harvest moon looming large in the inky fall sky.<\/p>\n Sis jerks her small blonde head around to stare at me, searching, surprised, as if I\u2019ve emitted the unintelligible audio of a space alien.\u00a0 Startled to have startled her, I pause for a millisecond, then plunge on, another verse awaiting its turn in memory\u2019s queue. \u00a0 It’s a little tune her mother loved, thirty years ago, and I sang it to my little daughter because my mom sang it to me. \u00a0I\u2019ve sung to Sis before, many times, so why the surprise?\u00a0She\u2019s a few fingers short of six years old, a bit long in the tooth for nursery rhymes, but some tunes endure, ageless in the heart.<\/p>\n \u201cGod bless the Moon, and God bless me<\/em>\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Swiftly, her chubby little dial, faintly mauve in the fall air, morphs into excitement, while the head bobs just slightly, straining for the ill-defined tempo. Then from some tiny synapse comes the instinct to join in.<\/p>\n \u201cGod bless the moon and God bless me\u2026,\u201d she warbles, a tiny vocal shadow, an itty bit of melody offered back with the blue eyes locked on mine.<\/p>\n I nod a beam of encouragement with the last line of the verse.\u00a0 \u201cGod bless the somebody I\u2019d like to see.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cGod bless the somebody,\u201d she trills back, eye bigger with the thrill of a duet discovered, and we finish the last line together.<\/p>\n It\u2019s our first sing-along.<\/p>\n _________________________________________________________________________<\/p>\n \u201cSeems to me that God above<\/em><\/p>\n Created you for me to love.<\/em><\/p>\n He picked you out, from all the rest<\/em><\/p>\n Because he knew, I loved you best.\u201d *<\/em><\/p>\n *The origin of this rhyme and lullaby is variously reported, but clearly long ago.\u00a0 The verses added here are the ones sung to me as a child, but there are multiple versions.\u00a0 The first verse can be read in a volume called Gammer Gurton\u2019s Garland<\/em>, a collection of rhymes first published in London in 1810, with the subtitle \u201cA choice collection of pretty songs and verses for the Amusement of all Little Good Children who can neither read nor run.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Full moon with Black and White sky background.Element of Full moon image furnished by NASA.<\/p><\/div>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cI see the Moon, and The Moon sees me The Moon sees somebody I\u2019d like to see\u2026\u201d Low, off-key, the little children\u2019s ditty pops out, first as humming, a melodic memory from childhood a half-century ago.\u00a0 Absently, I begin singing the old rhyme as we stand outside, waiting companionably on the dog\u2019s evening ritual under […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":1421,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[83,84,85,86,87],"class_list":["post-1374","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-grandkids","tag-childrens-lullaby","tag-i-see-the-moon","tag-lullaby","tag-old-nursery-rhymes","tag-singing-to-children"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1374","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1374"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1374\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1421"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1374"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1374"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gmachronicles.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1374"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"Full](\"https:\/\/gmaoldsite.wpengine.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/11\/FullMoon.jpg\")