His Own Little World
Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 6:17 am
for a country gal...His Own Little WorldWith a can of Pledge and a tubesock clothshe dusted her old piano offhumming "Imagine" under her breathshe watched her boy sitting in the denwith the notepad and colored pensshe gave him to practice his spelling withhe misspelled his name a dozen timesstared out the window at the yardtook a green pen and drew a lonesome pinelike his soul was a fountain of artshe looked in wonder at her precious childtrying to see what lay behind his angel eyessometimes she can sense he's reaching out to herbut for now he's lost insidehis own little worldshe gave him his favorite stuffed giraffetickled his sides until he laughedthen tucked him in after their prayersshe layed awake and thought of her sonand what heaven would help him becomethen she heard a sound from downstairswhat she saw was hard to believehe was at the piano in the denhis fingers danced across the keysas "Imagine" flowed from deep withinshe looked in wonder at her precious childtrying to see what lay behind his angel eyessometimes she can sense he's reaching out to herbut for now he's lost insidehis own little worldshe touched his faceas he stared into spacelike he follows some inner lightand nothing's as deep or wideas his own little world...(c)2007 Robert George