cotton ball cloud
Originally uploaded by egg money
Sometimes I'd like to be a cloud
Away up in the air,
And look down at the tiny trees
And houses from up there.
Then, looking at my mom and dad,
So small and far below,
I'd be their little boy again,
Because they love me so.
(Thank you to egg money for the photograph. Click on the photo for credits. Poem by Donnell Allan.)
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