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About School

It's me, little Andy.
Are you awake, yet, Mr. God, Sir?
Can you hear me alright?
It's about momma. Can we talk about her?

She says I gotta go to school.
But, Mr. God, I don't wanna go.
Momma says there will be lots of kids.
But, they are kids that I don't even know.

Mr. God, who's gonna help mama
Take care of sister, then?
You know how, when mama's busy,
No one can watch the baby like I can.

'Sides I like being home with momma,
While daddy's at work, each day.
If'n I have to go to school,
When will I have time to play?

Did Jesus have to go to school
Or did He already know a'nuff
About writin', drawin', and colors,
Readin', and all that other stuff?

Daddy says it's 'portent,
That I need to learn new things.
He says to be a'pared
For what the tomorrow brings.

What things is he talkin' 'bout?
Does he mean like baby sister and magazines?
Why do you have to go to school for that,
If'n that is what he means?

Momma says school is cessenary
And that I'll like it, just wait and see.
Mr. God, could you talk to her
And s'plain things to her for me?

'Sides, if I have to go to school,
When will I get to talk to you?
What if, by the time I got home, too late,
You'd be sleepin' - like some old people do?

Won't you miss me, if I'm gone all day?
I know I'd feel really bad
If you forgot about me.
That would make me sad.

We're friends, ain't we, Mr. God?
Daddy says you love me a whole lot.
So, could you make them forget
If I should go to school or not?

Oh, I don't mean to bother you.
But, you know somthun', I'm scared.
Why can't I stay home and still
Let momma teach me to be a'pared?

I'm sure daddy and momma
Will listen to what you say.
Please, Mr. God, s'plain to them
I don't want to go away.

I don't mean to cry, Sir.
I jest can't help it.
Thanks for talkin' to me, Mr. God.
Maybe I feel better, a little bit.

Will you tell Jesus I stopped by
And that I love Him a whole lot,
And that I'll always feel that way,
Even if I have to go to school or not?

Well, Mr. God, I sure hope you can help.
I want to be a good boy, you know.
I gotta go down to breakfast, now.
I love you. Now, I gotta go.

Bye. From me,
Little Andy.

© 2004 by Sandra Griffin
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