Tears On Her Pillow - Continued From a Girl Named Sue
Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead
Eyes sadly deprived
See not the panorama
of pursuing cloud shapes
that conceal a frivolous Sun
playing hide and seek behind
Nor do they see the mischievous stars
scurrying in and out of the path
of the Moon’s orbital course
causing her impatience and wrath
No skipping joyously
through fields of heather
startling unsuspecting butterflies
No fantasy fairy fables
of where one seeks
an elusive four leaf clover*
No Christmas present peeks
under a non-existent twinkling tree
No answers to eternal questions
of love are sought
over plucking daisy petals
I love you ~ I love you not
Pushed aside let them be
For the young at heart
for those who see
her armour doesn’t slip
She has distanced herself
from emotional injury
Why then under a blanket of darkness
do streams of tears copiously flow
re-dampening a pillow
already soaked from the night before?
Reflections of regret
as she had watched him walk away
The shame of being tagged
Placed in a stereotypical box
Typecast with irrevocable
disparaging words of
‘slag’ ‘skank' ’ whore’
Accusations cast loosely
no longer ‘water off a duck’s back’
brutally now strike a hurtful blow
Did she imagine the compassion in his eyes?
No emphatic eyes have yet seen
what surely is a disadvantaged life?
Providing some comfort to ease the pain
for a sick mother who lies dying
are fraught with risks and strife
She questions yet again
Could the ‘wheels of fate’ be just altered?
Truth for Truth the Golden Rule
Trading kisses for cigarettes
is unquestionably uncool
Could Negative energy be interrupting Life’s Grand Scheme?
Where hides that elusive four leaf clover?
Or does it manifest to only those who dream?
And there he stands nervously at the school gates
A bunch of wild daisies in his hand
Oblivious to the snide smirks of the others
curious to see who he awaits
Apprehension and remorse in his eyes
Magically erased and replaced with euphoric joy
When he perceives her radiant smiles
Smiles that bring the curious sun out
pushing through darkened clouds
Illuminating the end of the tunnel bright
So she can see that rare delight
As her Hope intervened to send Faith
And his Love conceded to intercede Fate to make amends
The fairies shower luck and blessings
To the four leaf clover friends
*Four leaf clover ~ the first reference to luck might be from an 11-year-old girl, who wrote in an 1877 letter to St. Nicholas Magazine - “Did the fairies ever whisper in your ear, that a four-leaf clover brought good luck to the finder”.
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