“Look Mama, there’s a hole in the sky”
Sheer joy enveloped his eyes
“There’s so much more I see,
A snow white horse on a galloping spree.”
“Now don’t let him idle away,
He needs to learn his ABCs”
So they packed him off to school,
Didn’t matter that he was just three.
Letters and numbers in a careful hand
slowly replaced a scrawling freehand.
Months later she asked him again
“Son, what do you see in the sky?”
Johnie looked up and said, “Nothing Ma,
Just a few cottony clouds, all plain and white.”