Paper sail boats...

the sky was grey far up
-ahead. Little cotton ball
like clouds were slowly
re-appearing. Faint rays
of sun beam danced at my
window sill, dampness
disappearing.

A cheerful chatter arose
from down, near my gate.
There were five of them.
All little. Rosy cheeked,
bright excited eyes,
clappinghands, Little hands.
Youwish they were yours.

Suddenly there is a silence.
A worried silence. When you
look, you see they were waiting
for their little paper sail boat
to reappear. It did not.You knew
it would not. Like your child-
hood did not.

Then, one jumps up and the
other follows. All do then.
It had re appeared afterall.
Bright little eyes sparkle,
cheeks redder than ever,
Chubby smiles, that you could
die for.

Sometimes, there is more to grey skies,
that can make you smile.