Mama off into the rain soaked skies I now look My little eyes and heart hurt, as I do peek. Beyond, beyond the rainbows and fairy books Mama my pony rides alone, it's another I seek.
Mama paint me a little sister so we can play Cowboys and Indians, I'm a big man. She'll need my cowboy boots and hat if she may Hoop and holler on pony as fast as she can.
Mama do you hear the raindrops fall from the sky And see the loneliness swell on my face. Do you see the emptiness in your babies eyes Yearning for a little cup cake of grace.
Mama please be my artist and add color to my days Such ribbons of sparkles giving my pony a lift. I'm only three, praying for you to bring joy my way Mama, when your tears go away can I open my gift.
Logan Robertson
10/14/17
One of my favorite poems. I love coming here, reading this poem now and then, because it does take me back to my youth when I did look into my mother's eyes.