I wonder where I was all those years ago
Not a twinkle in a soldier’s eye
Nor the girl who took the guides
To them I became a surprise.
I lay down on grasses green
With Pooh and Eeyore
In Hundred Acre Wood
Hope Eeyore has his balloon.
In my mother’s bookcase
Is where I would be born
In the names of wildflowers
And the songs of the birds.
My father’s walks in London Town
Hyde Park Corner, The Serpentine,
Visits to family in Chester Road.
This is where I would learn to know.
All those years ago I never knew
Who I might be coming to
But never was there a single regret
The couple that loved me were the best.
Love Mary ***
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC
I wonder where I was all those years ago
Not a twinkle in a soldier’s eye
Nor the girl who took the guides
To them I became a surprise.
I lay down on grasses green
With Pooh and Eeyore
In Hundred Acre Wood
Hope Eeyore has his balloon.
In my mother’s bookcase
Is where I would be born
In the names of wildflowers
And the songs of the birds.
My father’s walks in London Town
Hyde Park Corner, The Serpentine,
Visits to family in Chester Road.
This is where I would learn to know.
All those years ago I never knew
Who I might be coming to
But never was there a single regret
The couple that loved me were the best.
Love Mary ***