Dreaming Poem by Jim Yerman

There is a purity…an innocence of youth that every parent should plan to nurture and encourage as often as they can:

As her parents tucked her in one night their daughter said,
"I have a question just for you."
"Would it be possible, " she said looking, "to paint my ceiling blue? "

"And then to sprinkle on my blue ceiling a bunch of clouds…soft and fluffy and white because I want to know the sky is there when I fall asleep at night."

Her parents smiled and said,
"If you don't mind…may we ask you why? "
"Because when we turn out the light…you'll never see the sky? "

"Oh, don't be silly." She told her parents.
"I don't need to see the sky."
"It's for when I fall asleep and dream that I can fly."

Her parents knew what they had to do…knew they'd be remiss
If they rejected or ignored logic as beautiful and innocent as this.

The next day, without hesitation, they did what she asked them to do.
With their daughter watching every stroke…they painted her ceiling blue.

And as their daughter directed them…
with a smile so innocent and bright…
They sprinkled her new blue ceiling…
with clouds…
soft, fluffy and white.