Not All The Pastel Airplanes Gliding By Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Not All The Pastel Airplanes Gliding By
not all the pastel airplanes gliding by
could miss the clouds
and hit the floor

it seemed to us then.
and then we wrote upon the wind
in several colours

depending on supplies.
and folded down, the heart
was a surprise

when it was opened
and whether the sky was
translucent and even if we

we were opaque
we learned to make
something out of construction paper

after a while

so that our time at school
was not wasted,
Grandmother smiled.

mary angela douglas 8 march 2015