one day it will be
autumn morning .
window curtains
will still be playing
with the wind
we'll take backpacks
and head to school .
in the hall i'll be
caught by a headmaster
reporting you got an F .
in the end of the day
i'll pick you from school
and drive to the shop
to buy a football you've
dreamt about since five .
then we'll dance in the
forest swishing around
our orange, red mood
check , there are tickets
to the art gallery
in my pockets .
they work till eight .
read always .
and if not .
i'll kiss you
on the
forehead .
you
are
a big
boy .