Many years ago I wrote this poem because I watched a child looking over our fence here at the Potters House, and it reminded me of my childhood and how I used to jump on the wall at the back of the garden to see the folk in the BIG house at the back of our semi. I thought that they must be royalty as the house was sooo big.
June '96
The ginger pigtailed child jumped high
To see over the fence
into the secret garden.
I too, once jumped and climbed
to catch a glimpse of the unattainable.
And I wept for the child who is,
and who was....
And who knows what will be?
This is very bittersweet. Lovely :)
ReplyDeleteFantastic poem, and what a cute little girl!
ReplyDeletethankyou Yarrow, I think so much of life is bittersweet and maybe that's what I like about my lot, who knows.
ReplyDeleteNatasha, I'm so glad that you liked the little girl! I knew her many years ago. I still know her. She is very precious!
ReplyDeletevery cute indeed- didn't a princess live in one of those houses beyond the wall?
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