Moving Furniture And Dusting Poem by Juan Olivarez

When I was a child, so long ago,
And the wind would moan outside,
And thrash the branches, to and fro,
Under my pillow I'd try to hide.

Mama would come and lay next to me,
And whisper in my ear.
Open your eyes Juanito, come and see,
There is no need for tears.

It's just God dusting the Earth,
His breath is a holy thing.
Rejoice it is a time for mirth,
The Earth will be dusted clean.

When it thundered, under my bed I'd fly,
She'd come and say to me.
God's moving his furniture, up in the sky,
There's nothing wrong, come out and see.

My mother knew just what to say,
To reassure and dry my tears.
And I still remember to this day,
How she used to calm my fears.

11/19/10 Alton Texas