Bouncing Ball I Want You! ! ! Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Bouncing ball, I want you,
So bad that I wish my mom,
Would see that her money saving,
Doesn't register with me.



Come-on bouncing ball,
When I pick you off the toy shelf,
Let's both go bouncing down this stores aisles.
I'll help you along secretly,
Because Mommy is single and has little money.



But that Mom was listening carefully,
And smiled widely.
She told her son that it was affordable,
Even though she could not afford even the ball.



So she paid from the little money she had.
Her son offered her the ball.
So the Mommy, Sonny and ball,
All bounced happily through the store,
And out it's door.