I Saw Kids Playing on the Moon

A small collection of poems capturing the quiet aches, unnoticed sacrifices, and the humor hidden in the everyday.

For those who have given too much while holding on to too little. For those who carry the weight of love, loss, and laughter in their pockets like loose change. For those who waltz through the world to the sound of a late-night fiddle, dancing despite the wear on their soles.

These poems are for you.

They whisper of tenderness in the smallest moments, the poetry in whats broken, and the beauty in what remains. They trace the lines of tired hands, the echoes of unspoken goodbyes, and the way the world keeps spinning, even when we feel like standing still.

In these pages, youll find both the heavy and the light, the quiet sighs and the loud laughter, the melancholy and the mischief of everyday life.

A love letter to the overlooked, a tribute to the ones who stay soft even when the world is hard.

These words belong to you.

- J.S. Mora