A Child's Mother

September 23, 2021

I looked at the stars, found them pretty, they seem so far

I looked furthermore, looked outside, parks, in a store

I sat down on a chair, after looking everywhere

I started looking more, even checked upstairs

I asked a police chief, and I asked a local mayor

I asked an Ice Cream man, selling Ice Cream in a fair

I asked a little boy who was playing with his toy

I asked a little girl having fun full of joy

I asked a postman then a fishing fisherman

I asked a plumber, an electrician putting a fan

I asked a waitress, a queen even a king

all were silent a moment, then they begin to sing

Do not look furthermore

No need to check a store

you have been looking everywhere

you must be tired, not fair

It is not over there, it is not upstairs

they sang very clear, it is your mother dear

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Comments (4)

9reetingsSep 27, 2021

Thanks

silpikaakalitaSep 25, 2021

Profound and precise

9reetingsSep 24, 2021

Thank you so much

Kaydence06Sep 23, 2021

This is such a lovely poem. I love it!