I'm leaving home, Momma

One, two, three; count with me, Momma, as I jump the rope 

With each counted number, you'll drop a gout of hope 

Just like you said when grandpa left, you'll too, will learn to cope 

Dry your sad tears, Momma, I too am scared to let go. 

Four, five and six, Momma; the glassy stairs are reaching the ending 

I don't want it to end, Momma, the time that we've been spending 

I solely promise you, that even though I've now to be ascending 

I'll come back to the stairs after playtime and there, for you, I'll be waiting. 

Seven, eight, nine; go home, Momma, you'll catch a cold and the night is freezing 

I'm warm, Momma, don't worry; your hand is cozy and squeezing 

The fear in my small hands, that by your fingers is decreasing. 

I'm leaving home, Momma, wave me goodbye and count the clouds 

And when looking up, smile instead of frowns 

Hug the pillow, but don't cry, or in your sobs my voice will drown 

I promise to see you someday again, Momma; until then, together, let's count.