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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