The Mathemagician

Wildly bright beyond your years
You out-maneuver me
Amaze me as you spin your gears
And think so logically

Algebraic formulae
Mind-boggling debate
Hypotheses and perfect proofs
Your arguments first-rate!

But…

Lest I fall into a trap
To think that’s Who You Are
Last night you looked up to the sky
And pointed out a star

You saw the moon lie on its back
(a toe-nail moon, I said)
You gazed up at the crescent bright
And slowly shook your head

“No, Look, Mom, at the way it lies
As if its in a swoon
Its perfect and its beautiful
A Fairy. Tale. Moon.”