It Makes Me Smile


If mama knew
I was standing
by the lake
she'd be afraid
I'd be bitten
by a snake...


If papa knew
about me
being here
he would just
tell me not to
stand too near...


I love coming here
to daydream
for a while
of the day
I'll be grown
because when I do
It makes me smile.



Ralph L. Clark © 2001



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