Play Time Poem by Diana van den Berg

Don’t get me wrong
my precious Guardian Angels
I love your exquisite sky-paintings
with all my heart
and look for them eagerly every day,
most especially the happy, cuddly clouds;
but I also adore the dramatic, emotional ones
and the scattered-across-the-sky ones;
and the all-cover embracing ones;
and the skies of pure, baby-blue
that reach all the way up to you;
and I am in awe and celebration
of the magnitude of your art
and the multitudinous variety
of cloud shapes and form and colour
and texture and combinations
and the fact that your canvas
is so completely original
every single day;
your messages keep me sane
and they are the reason I breathe
and can smile again;

but,
my sweet, sweet darlings
I want you also to have time
to gallop and bounce and scamper
with joyful whinnies and barks and meeows
through the Heavens
and play with each other
and all your other friends
and spend fun time with God,
my precious angels, Flicka, Tigger and Daisy,
so if you every want or need
to take a day off,
for your pleasure
I can handle a messageless sky
for a day.

(25 February 2011)