Shouting Clouds
The Voice Of Innocence
Shouting Clouds
"The clouds are shouting." I hear her say
As a dazzle of lightning flashes across The horizon.
"It's tewibbly fwightening at this time of day."
Her trembling voice stumbling across the bed that she lies on.
Who am I to tell her she's wrong with her noun
With a slap on the wrist and disapproving frown?
Who am I to chide her for her innocent ways
To call sneeze-triggered mucous "Nose water sprays?"
Who am I to tell her that a gravy stain is not
What she likes to call "Mummy's little yummy spot?"
Because her mind isn't trained in educated ways?
It matters not if it's "sprays" or if it's not
If it's a "shout" or even if it's "thunder"
In a gathering storm from far away yonder
Whatever you call it, just like her,
It's a natural-born wonder.
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Liam Ireland
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I remember so well the days you were all born, I was there as you made your entrance into the world. From that point on I devoted my life to caring for you with all of the love and affection I could muster. I never asked for anything in return. The beautiful smiles on your cute little faces and your happiness was reward enough.
By Liam Ireland2 years ago in Poets
Comments (3)
I actually like the way kids think. They sometimes make a lot of sense. Loved your poem!
Such a sweet poem!
I really love the message that you convey here, and the unique style and flow of this. Great job 👏