Little Zak
(just a little scrap of a chap)
with a deep Barry White voice
enquires(as he enquires
about everything) :
“Why is your hair white? ”
He listens patiently to the explanation
how after a head injury
“I went white overnight! ”
Being a good
Christian child
he tells me
he will pray for me
for the “black to be back! ”
I’m very tempted
to dye it for the next day
just to prove his prayer
right.
when his fervent prayer
doesn’t turn the situation around
...he frets.
I tell him
God & me
are both happy
with it…like this.
“Really? ”
He asks.
“Really! ”
I affirm.
“Have it your own way then
but man...
It makes you look
old & grim.
I grin
tell him that I am
but that I can live with it.
*******
FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES
I have convinced
myself
I am not all that
fat
& believe it
with all my 15 stone
until a child
in class
pats my tummy.
“Ah, Sir’s gonna have a
baby! ”
Guess I’ve been
told!
*******
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a charming poem and such a charmingly honest boy. This is just utterly lovely and very very funny. I love the 'really/really! exchange and 'for the black to be back! ' love GinaXXX