Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Tiny Ion Sam Kangaroo”

When the skies turn black,

I hide my head in Mom’s warm sack.

She can run; I don’t need to see–

I’ll stay warm and dry as she flees with me.

It’s storming hard; she’d better hide.

I’m in for one wild little ride.

Go, Mom, please move fast-

I don’t know how long this storm will last.

Safe at last, no rain do I hear.

Now I’ll peek my head out and cheer.

It’s dry, the sky is still dark.

Mom, can I get out and disembark?

I want to explore this dry new home.

Can I please go and roam?

If you don’t know who I am,

I’m Mom’s little baby, Ion Sam.

A kangaroo so tiny and cute,

I love my mom; Dad left us, that brute.

Mom is strong, I’m right where I belong.

Can you help me learn to sing a song?

Oh, that’s right I don’t know any yet.

Maybe Mom does, I can surely bet.

I’ll ask, “Mom, can you make music for me?”

“Sorry dear, see the birds in the tree?”

“They’re natures music singers, the birds.

They make music and do it without words.

I’m so sorry child, it’s time to go.

The sky has cleared; the winds are low.”

“Home we’ll travel, back to where you can grow-

Big like Mom, from head to toe.”