In response to poems written by Ellen J.L. Smith
|One, two, three, four—
Is Daddy tapping on the door,
or is it only winter rain
that drops its kisses on the pane?
Red, yellow, green, blue—
I’m full of longing for him, too.
If Daddy could come home to stay,
he’d kiss this winter rain away.
A, B, C, D—
One day he’ll come, though long it be.
He’ll give us kisses one by one
that change the winter rain to sun.