View from Below


The giants all surrounding me
As I walk in the crowd
I look for a familiar face
My eyes reach up to outer space
I call for Mom out loud

The table filled with yummy treats
That I can barely see
On tip-toe I can almost grab
A bit of this; of that a dab
I look on hungrily

I find a cozy, quiet spot
Where I could rest a bit
I notice as I walk to there
A giant soft and comfy chair
I climb up and I sit

As I sit bored and swing my feet
I notice with surprise
My mommy smiles and I can see
A dish of food and drink for me
And mommy's shining eyes


(c) "Amalthea Celebras" K.C. Fahel  7 August 1996