'Paint My Ceiling Blue' Poem by Jim Yerman

One night as we tucked her into bed
She said, "Do you know what I want you to do? "
"Tell me." we said with a smile...
"I want you to paint my ceiling blue."

"And I want it to be sprinkled...
with clouds...
fluffy and white.
Because I want to know the sky is there
when I fall asleep at night."

"But when we turn out the lights, " we said in parent thought,
"you won't be able to see the sky."
"It's for when I fall asleep, " she smiled,
"and dream that I can fly."

And who are we to quibble
with logic so innocent and bright?
So the next day we painted her ceiling blue
sprinkled with clouds...
fluffy and white.