One night as we tucked her into bed
She said, “Do you know what I want you to do?”
“Tell me.” we said with a smile...
“I want you to paint my ceiling blue.”
“And I want it to be sprinkled...
with clouds...
fluffy and white.
Because I want to know the sky is there
when I fall asleep at night.”
“But when we turn out the lights,” we said in parent thought,
“you won’t be able to see the sky.”
“It’s for when I fall asleep,” she smiled,
“and dream that I can fly.”
And who are we to quibble
with logic so innocent and bright?
So the next day we painted her ceiling blue
sprinkled with clouds...
fluffy and white.
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