The Clouds Have Gone To Play

A Father and son on a park bench eating pie
"Dad, Why is there no clouds in the sky?"
I didn’t know how to reply
So I just said “that’s why”

“That’s why?” My son replied
I answered “it’s a problem worldwide”
“Worldwide! We are talking about the sky”
Deep down I was wishing my son had not replied

“The clouds have gone to play”
I answered as I cleared my airway
“Play?” my son replied “What do you mean by play?”
I answered “they are back at midday”

“Dad, can I have some ice cream now please?”
The change of subject felt like a passing breeze
Then it came “Dad, why are there no clouds in the sky?”
I sighed “Son!” I took a deep breath “ I wish I knew why….”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Thomas Avatar
February 14, 2018 at 9:24 AM
Lolol some times that's the only answer we can give. Enjoyed this Craig :)
Green Avatar
February 12, 2018 at 4:43 AM
I laughed aloud at the end of your words.. so typical a child (tho extra special to his dad) to ask and ask til.. patience fades a little. Your words are so gently laid, the meter adding to the sing-song pleasure spent with an innocent child wanting more than .. an adult's imagination cedes to his child's. Perhaps!
Hawkins Avatar
February 12, 2018 at 10:02 AM
Thank you so much for this lovely comment, Tthis is a lovely memory and I wanted to share it in my unique way :-)
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