Mommy Cries Sitting alone on a doorstep, Calling out to those passing by. Proudly holding a smudged piece of paper, A drawing of planes in the sky. Will you help me look for my Daddy? The child asked with innocent eyes. He didn't come home for supper Now Mommy just sits there and cries. He said he would bring me a present, So I made him a present too I drew him a wonderful picture, I think he will like it ... don't you? Do you know the way to Heaven? God had work for him to do, But he's been gone for a long time... How come you are crying too? Won't you please help me find my Daddy? The child asked again with a sigh, It's starting to get kind of late out And Mommy just sits there and cries. © Sharon Langan 9/24/01 |