Reading poetry in senior high school

Mother Moon in my heart told me that the moon is like sweet maltose. Dad told me that the moon is like a distant project. Grandpa told me that the moon is like a gear of years. Grandma told me that the moon is like a beautiful comb. My uncle told me that the moon is like a beautiful eye. Menstruation tells me that the moon and stars are good sisters. I told myself that the moon is like a spaceship in the night sky, carrying dreams all the way.