Poems

Mom

The sound of thunder woke him up,
so he smiled and got off the bed,
running to the door in childish glee,
closing his eyes as he stepped out.

There was no rain or cosmic applause.
A motorcycle with a thunderous engine
left the scene as the boy's eyes followed.
He frowned, then looked at feet.

His mother came out the door to see,
for she could hear the sobs inside,
He hugged her and said, sobbing,
"Mom, God fooled me. There's no rain"

Smiling, wiped one tear then another,
Mom held him tight and told him
"It won't be the last time dear,
we can make our own rain"

When the droplets touched his face,
he broke into a sprint towards mom.
The hose was still in her hand when he hugged her and laughed with her.

They laughed with that innocent bliss,
Him with her and her with him,
without a care in the world,
and they were happy. Oh so happy.