Me

Little girl sitting on a country fence,
Dreaming of things that make 'common sense',
Like pretty, frilly dresses and brand new shoes,
Instead of those which were 'don't know whose!'
A brand new doll in a brand new gown
Of soft white lace. She'd seen it in town!
Suddenly she started and looked around
And noticed that the sun was going down.
Back to the scrubby old shack on the hill
In her secondhand dress without any frill.

Sitting on a fence in her early teens,
Dreaming of a pony and brand new jeans,
Rodeos, Gymkhanas, all around the west.
She'd prove to them all she was the best!
Portable radio was tuned to her ear,
She'd won it in a raffle just last year!
Suddenly she started and looked around.
Her Mother was standing there, all of a frown!
'You're wasting your time - wrapped up in a dream!
You make me so mad, that I could scream!'

Leaning on a fence as a young wife,
She daydreamed away the meaning of life.
Still wearing clothes that were 'don't know whoes',
And married to a bumpkin always on the booze!
There were two little boys that took up all her time,
Along with the washing draped on the line.
Maybe one day she will find hersel free
To go and do her writing down by the sea.
A slurry voice behind her said 'wha'sh f'r dinner!'
She turned away, sighing. She'll never be a winner!

Middle age was upon her as she gazed across the river
Feeling fairly happy. No longer in a dither!
A novel she had written was due for publication,
And she recently acquired a legal separation.
Poetry, prose and novel number two
Kept her pen busy while hearing doves coo.
History and English at school she was attending,
University could follow, but that was 'depending'.
She thought it could be films, or a social worker!
Whatever she decides, she'll never be a shirker.

Gone are the daydreams, while sitting on fences!
Finally after all these years, she'd come to her senses!
During her life she made many mistakes
While washing baby nappies or baking large cakes.
Her time had not been wasted, she'd used her eyes and ears,
Along with some laughter, and many, many tears.
Tomorrow is another day, for which she'll fight
For her four sons, for she knew what was right.
Their education was important, she will not spare the rod.
It is a pact between her and Him - the one they call God!