The scent of summer meadows still follows me today
reminding me of childhood, of frolicking in hay
I wish I were a little girl just running with the breeze
with orange hair and pigtails and scabs upon my knees.
I’d wear a Laura Ashley dress and learn to knit and sew
and ride a bike and play the flute and be the one to know
where all bestest people live and which ones to avoid;
which parents give you orange squash and which ones get annoyed.
I’d ask to do a martial art and choose the class right there
that trains you with katanas if you handle them with care.
I’d like to learn to ride a horse and gallop through the field
a knight in shining armour with a lance and sword and shield.
But that was if I had my wish to live another day;
my life is half-past over and my hair is almost grey.
I’ve made my peace with angels and I’ve tallied up the cost.;
I have to say I am content; I’ve loved more than I’ve lost.