JeannieA Poem by Chris ShawLyrical, and I do sing it in the bath. About my friend Jeannie, who appears now and then in dreams. My ten year old pal. Simplistic and through the eyes of a ten year old. An oldie.
Jeannie came a calling,
she called for me last night, Just as I was drifting, she filtered back in sight. Running through my night dreams, she took me by surprise, standing with her skipping rope, with laughter in her eyes. Jeannie was an only child, she didn't need to share. Her Mum and Dad had so much time, with plenty more to spare. Sadly I felt jealous, having rotas for my turn, seeing her through my green eyes, my cheeks would sometimes burn. Jeannie lived adjacent, our homes were really near. Such a pretty, happy child, her life was full of cheer. Her Mum and Dad adored her, arranging all our play. After tea and in the park, for games we met each day. But then the spell was broken, her Mum got sick and died, her grief was overwhelming and often she would cry. Her house became so empty, devoid of joy and song, how she loved our noisy home and all the busy throng. Only three months later, they moved to Morecombe Bay. For a while we kept in contact, but letters went astray. I missed my friend so dearly and all the fun we had, recalling then my envy, which often left me sad.
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9 Reviews Added on December 13, 2018 Last Updated on December 13, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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