Little Zak <br />(just a little scrap of a chap) <br />with a deep Barry White voice <br /> <br />enquires(as he enquires <br />about everything) : <br />“Why is your hair white? ” <br /> <br />He listens patiently to the explanation <br />how after a head injury <br />“I went white overnight! ” <br /> <br />Being a good <br />Christian child <br />he tells me <br />he will pray for me <br />for the “black to be back! ” <br /> <br />I’m very tempted <br />to dye it for the next day <br />just to prove his prayer <br />right. <br /> <br />when his fervent prayer <br />doesn’t turn the situation around <br />...he frets. <br /> <br />I tell him <br />God & me <br />are both happy <br />with it…like this. <br /> <br />“Really? ” <br />He asks. <br /> <br />“Really! ” <br />I affirm. <br />“Have it your own way then <br />but man... <br /> <br />It makes you look <br />old & grim. <br />I grin <br />tell him that I am <br /> <br />but that I can live with it. <br /> <br />******* <br /> <br />FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES <br /> <br />I have convinced <br />myself <br />I am not all that <br />fat <br /> <br />& believe it <br />with all my 15 stone <br />until a child <br />in class <br /> <br />pats my tummy. <br />“Ah, Sir’s gonna have a <br />baby! ” <br /> <br />Guess I’ve been <br />told! <br /> <br />*******<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zak-s-prayer/
