Author: TropVraiTropVrai PM
What great gift can be given to a boy? How about the gift of being able to hear?Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Chapters: 2 - Words: 324 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 01-03-05 - Published: 01-01-05 - id: 1797017
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AN: the poem is bolded.
"Mama, Mama!" cried little Johnny, running around the house frantically, while the rain softly fell outside. Once he had found his Mama, he said, "What's that sound? I hear pitter, patter on the ground!"
"Oh?" said Mama.
"Yes!" he shouted, "I hear the drop, drip, drop, drip, drop, drip like a little clock!"
She looked down, saying, "My baby boy, it's alright; it's just the rain, don't have fright."
"But Mama, Mama," he said excitedly, "Did you hear that?"
"Did I hear what?" asked his Mama.
"First a flash, then a clap!"
"My baby boy," she said, taking his hands, "no need to worry. It's just the lightning, it goes in a hurry."
"What about the giant clap?" he asked.
"As for the clap, thunder be it," she said.
"Thunder?" he asked.
"Come to me baby, my lap you shall sit."
"Mama?" asked the boy.
"Yes baby?" Mama answered, shy and coy. Little Johnny looked up and saw that his mother was crying.
"You don't have to worry, Mama, don't shed a tear: for I'm just so glad that I can hear."
With that, Mama hugged Johnny.