Morning Delivery

Morning Delivery

 

Papa’s helmet’s old and black,

mama’s scarf is red and new,

baby sits between,

dressed in royal blue.

 

The wind is her eyes,

see those pigtails fly—

O that smile is so much brighter

than this hazy, April sky.

 

Hold on tight, mama!

Papa, keep your cool:

you’re delivering a princess

to some lucky Delhi school.