When the sky dries her eyes
and ties a bow around her hips,
a kid tells their father,
"I'm going out to play outside".
As they slip on a pair of
black boots
a muttering ear-warmer says
"won't you be lonely without me?"
As they splash into a
brown puddle
a cursing squared-shirt says
"study more or you'll be poor".
As they climb over a
white fence
a bellowing righteousness-wearer says
"what have you done for the world today?"
The next day, the kid wets their eyes
and bleeds a page with all they're supposed to do.
A line sits half-scrubbed
at the bottom of the page,
Have fun & love me.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
