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
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
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.
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