When I grow up, little Helene said

When I grow up, little Helene said
20 October 2013

When I grow up, little Helene said,

A world renowned pianist I shall be

I’ll play the best songs

And fame will surely come along

Beautiful melodies will ring

In my ears like jewel bling

But overly long practices?

What life would that be?

On second thought?  No, not for me.

When I grow up, little Helene said,

A famous actress I shall be

I’ll learn all my lines

Fan autographs I’ll sign

I’ll wear fabulous frocks

And have beautiful long locks

But faking and pretending to earn a good living?

How sad that would be!

 On second thought?  No, not for me.

When I grow up, little Helene said,

A teacher I shall be

I’d help eager young children to learn

Fill their minds for all they could yearn

I’d help and I’d guide

With intuition on my side

But naughty, unruly, cheeky little scamps?

I’d surely want to flee!

On second thought?  No, not for me.

When I grow up, little Helene said,

An archaeologist I shall be

I’ll excavate and I’ll dig

Unearthing treasures so very big

I’ll be covered in dust

Dirty clothing a daily must

But playing with bones?

What about the debris?

 On second thought?  No, not for me.

When I grow up, little Helene said,

A lawyer I shall be

I’ll argue and I’ll fight

For my client with all my might

Justice will reign

For criminals no gain

But if my client’s guilty in the end?

If it’s only baddies I get to see?

On second thought?  No, not for me.

When I grow up, little Helene said,

A journalist I shall be

I’ll write the best stories

And bring them to true glories

I’d use the best words

Perhaps rhyming in thirds

But constant deadlines and pressures?

Printing errors with glee?

On second thought?  No, not for me.

When I grow up, little Helene said,

 A Mommy I shall be

I’ll have the best squirts

Without them my heart will feel like it hurts

I’ll love them with a passion

With abundance always being in fashion

I’ll feel happy and so rich

Would never ever want to switch

 But then just for fun,

I’d start to write a little blog

It would fill the empty spaces

And take me off to wonderful places

My world would expand

For another passion I’d make a stand

But my true love would always be

My husband man Grant

And my kids one, two, three

And so,

 

When I grow up, little Helene said…

Big Helene I’ll be

And she was.

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