Much like The Little Boy Story, this totally breaks my heart:Maybe Tomorrow by Lindy T. Redmond
“Me do it,” said the 2 year old, “Mom, me will do it now,” “Oh no, my dear,” she replied, “I must show you how!” “Let me try it,” he called at 3 “Let me make my bed,” “No, you will have lumps in it, Color this instead.” So she placed the coloring book Near him on the table, “Now try to color in the lines The best you are able.” “But Mom, I want to draw the world And all the butterflies, I want to make the mountains tall, And make rainbows in the skies.” “Color carefully,” she replied, And color the flowers red, Color the sky all light blue Stay in the lines,” she said. And as the 4 year old one day His shoes he tried to tie, His father said, “I’ll teach you how And later YOU can try.” And so it was, from birth to 5, The others told him HOW, They gave him restraints and set the laws Of what they would allow. Then one day the yellow bus Came right up to his door, The little boy thought for sure That NOW he could explore. He now could dream and imagine And experiment on his own, He could paint HIS colors And investigate all alone. He could soar to the highest mountains, He could dream in his mind He could nurture his talents, His gifts he could now fine. The teacher came into his room And greeted everyone “Take out your crayons and paper, we’re going to have some fun.” “Use this tracer to make a bunny And neatly print your name, They’ll all be brown with long ears, They’ll all look just the same.” “But I don’t want my bunny To stand up straight and tall I want him crouched among the grass And to be white, that’s all.” “They’ll be nicer if we keep Them looking alike too, Now please sit down & start your work We’ve got a lot to do.” So slowly he took his seat, His eyes had lost their thrill, He now knew just what he’d face, Monotony and drill. “Maybe later,” thought the lad, “She’ll let me make my own, Maybe tomorrow I can paint My picture all alone.” So on the next clear morning, They took their crayons out, “Oh boy, I’ll make the sky orange I’ll be different, without a doubt.” “Color carefully,” she replied, “And color the flowers red, Color the sky light blue Stay in the lines,” she said. “Maybe tomorrow, maybe never.” Thought the boy as he colored the sky light blue.