Sunday 20 October 2013

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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2 comments:

  1. Lovely one Helene!
    Little Helene
    Big Helene
    And one day
    Ouma Leen!!

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  2. Amazingly, in some way you are all of the above in your role as mother!!
    And a particularly awesome one you are too.
    Started practising on your parents and siblings - altyd gesê jy is die oudste!!

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