“Auntie Mabel’s Island”
“We run a ‘Otel on the Island”
My Aunt Mabel used to say,
As I tried to stand tall in my sandals
Like an heiress in a play.
And I tried so hard to please her
To show her that I was okay.
But the sound of the sea
And the wind in the trees
Were calling this child to play.
The rope swing on the lower lawn
The cliff path down to the rocks,
Pulled her away from the dining room
The new dress and clean ankle socks.
Calling, calling calling
As the seagulls called to the sea
And the child ran with the wind in her hair,
Longing to be free.
“You’re late” said Auntie Mabel
“Far too late for tea”
And you’ve been on those rocks
And dirtied your socks
You are a let down to me!
Go to your room your naughty girl
Get out of my way wretched child
And don’t come back young lady,
Till you are no longer wild.
So she went to her room and cried and sobbed
Till she thought she would surely die
But she didn’t……..
Instead she went to sleep
And dreamed of a cloudless sky
And golden sands where she ran and played
And nobody questioned why.
An island where children were welcome,
Where she was free again.
And when she awoke
Dried tears on her face
Were all that were left of her pain.
So she washed them away
And dressed herself up
In the new dress and white ankle socks.
And tried to forget about rope swings,
Paddling and climbing the rocks.
And Auntie Mabel saw a young lady
Who pleased her and made her smile
But inside her the child was just waiting
To fly off to her magical Isle.