Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Concentrate,

a word I heard a lot in childhood

Teachers voices echo still

I have gratitude for one who taught me to read?

Too many adults inflate their ego

As though stroking a cat

No time to remember when they knew less

They expect us to read between the lines

Hard to do, aged ten

It’s true, I could have tried harder

Rather than daydreaming

Wishing I could fly around the world

Backwards in time

Singing about the strange worlds

I see with my mind’s eye, delicious exotic food

Smiling happy people made my trip out of mind worthwhile

Maybe there should not have been so many?

I believe, time spent dreaming

Taught me more than school ever could…

©anitadawes 2020