To the pretty girl with the long titian hair
Who, no matter what happens is always
there,
You’ve seen me at my best and loved me
at my worst,
When it seems the world is spinning and
I’m just about to burst.
When my heart is aching and my
words don’t rhyme,
And it seems I’ve lost all sense of
time.
When I feel my feet are stuck in clay
And I’m sinking more and more each
day.
You know, and see and feel
the pain
And the fear of never being “right”
again.
You understand and draw me out
With quiet certainty, not ever doubt
Nor faithlessness e’er crosses your mind
You’re a friend of the very bestest kind,
You’ve fed me, soothed me, made
me smile,
And you’ll always goes that extra mile
To pull me from the maelstrom’s hold
To tell lies from truth and hot from cold
I’m really sorry for those who cannot
share
The magic of the girl with the titian hair.
27 February 2014
Debbie Larmour - Storyteller 