I buy more time

With teddies I buy more time In this world with the purple dog And the horse, crossed legs in red socks, watching TV in the lounge In this world you want to be eighteen Sleep with my bra under your pillow And fight for my clothes when you’ll grow .I want to be six. Sometimes I buy more time with books, Witches that are only pretend – School caretakers or child minders for real, we worry about dead fish in the sea and Florence Nightingale .When you were Mary, Fiddling with your apron in front of the audience Joseph was watching you and us all, I so wanted to believe again Now I know, it’s not about believing, it’s living: with teddies and what once it’s going to be an eighteen years old girl.