Le Portrait
Calogero
The Portrait
He stirs in his cup
Some honey
He looks through the window
At the sky
Every time a plane flies by
He thinks maybe it’s her
Flying over his house
They told him she’s in the sky
He dreams lying on the floor
In his mother’s arms
Drawn in chalk
Every night in secret
This drawing he makes
Line for line
From a portrait
He dreams lying on the floor
In his mother’s arms
Drawn in chalk
Every night in secret
This drawing he makes
Line for line
From a portrait
Lost at the back of his class
He gets tangled up
He struggles with the tough stuff
Plural
Then he explains to his teacher
Why "parent" doesn’t take an "s"
He wishes for hugs so much
Just one a year would be enough
He dreams lying on the floor
In his mother’s arms
Drawn in chalk
Every night in secret
This drawing he makes
Line for line
From a portrait
He dreams lying on the floor
In his mother’s arms
Drawn in chalk
Every night in secret
This drawing he makes
Line for line
From a portrait
He dreams lying on the floor
In his mother’s arms
Drawn in chalk
Every night in secret
This drawing he makes
Line for line
From a portrait
Line for line
From a portrait
