The Real Me Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The Real Me



Washing dishes German music playing and
overcome I dance and feel joy as strong as
before, Sudwest-Lied & Heino's Haselnuss
and a German rendition of You can Kiss Me
On a Monday and the words of the prophets
are true, the source of joy in our hearts never
runs dry just as love and honour increase the
more we give - joy rises ever as strong when

The Skater's Waltz plays and I run through the
kitchen, music from Tirol and I twirl - the best
times of my life, my only wish is to retain the
glory and fun of the song, Nici's friend Juan
asked what about Johnny Cash Ring of Fire
we both enthused, that is the music we love,
for me the joy is washing-up, prancing about
in my apron, this is the true happiness I was

Born for - and the real me I need never mourn
for; in my mind I'll always be twelve years old!

Saturday, September 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
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