12 July 2012
When at such occasions,
When long-lost cousins come around
There always is a protocol
When children are abound.
They pinch your cheeks and rub your hands
Say 'Such a pretty girl.'
I'm almost seventeen for goodness sake
So don't you say a word!
'She looks like her granny
Oh yes she's got her eyes.'
Marvellous, I look like a corpse,
What lovely surprise
'But she looks like her mummy
She's got the Edgar smile.
Yes that smile speaks volumes
That smile could shine a mile.'
'But she's also like her auntie
She's Cheryl's shape of face.
Oh aye that's a lovely wee bake
One you could not replace.'
'She's her daddy's nature though;
She's quiet, shy, observes.
She's a little bit odd really
Bless her, the wee bird.'
One thing I really want to know
As these days come to pass
Couldn't I just be me?
Is that too much to ask?
Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device
Family Tree • Opuss № I