A Small Boy


He laughs at the rain

leaps into every puddle

eyes wild with delight


Darting back and forth

dodging Mother’s umbrella

ducking and weaving


He squats at the curb

sees what’s washing down the drain

ignoring her plea


Giving up the fight

she smiles at his madness

stops to watch him play


That was you, my son

teaching me the way to be

how you set me free


(c) Mary Tang 2015

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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