Changing Places
Early morning sunlight filters through my lace curtains,
Throwing mosaics on my bedroom wall -
So that most of the painting above my bed is obscured,
But I know there is a young girl dressed in 1920s fashion,
Leaning lazily back against an old tree trunk -
Her arms, the colour of milk, are stretched out
In model pose, and in one hand she holds
A white straw hat with soft blue bow.
She is smiling and relaxed in her pastel peace
And I think she lives a life without care:
At this moment, with my heavy heart and mind,
I could easily change places with her.
© June Maureen Hitchcock May, 2010
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