The son that never was

I was the son they wanted you see

Someone who would be free

Three children I’m the oldest

I know people say I’m pushy

But it was well known

That girls were just a second class

At least one boy should be born

I understood from childhood

That I needed to toughen up

Followed me father to market

Till he gave me a sheep of my own

Even got me in the papers it did cos

The bugger followed me to school

So I took it in and they weren’t amused

But dad roared laughing saying that

Was exactly what he’d expect a boy to do

Knew then I had to take charge of all

Because what else could I do?

Mary had a little lamb became contrary

I knew just what had to be done

I became the son you never had

And the daughter that never was.

©️AilsaCawleyPoetry2020

Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️

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