Of Perfect Skies and A Happy Me

Of Perfect Skies and a Happy Me

As I lay my tired body down upon my pillow-soft bed
My mind begins a journey where my little feet once tread

To the days of youth so trouble free, of perfect skies and a happy me
Who played ‘neath the China Berry and the Crooked Willow trees

Where Spot buried bones and David carved roads in the dirt.
My daddy worked on engines while Mama sewed my skirts.

A pretend little stove made of bricks for pretend tea,
My mama spent time making that just for me.

She made our dresses alike when I was a child.
I felt very pretty and my mama would smile.

I wouldn’t stay in the gate though my daddy would try
With little bitty nails. I didn’t care why.

He wanted to keep me from climbing over the top of the gate
And leaving the yard. To get out I couldn’t wait.

Seems my little brother David got all the good toys,
I was a girl who got girl things. He got all the good things made for boys.

But now I can smile as I look back and see
Those perfect skies and a happy me

My brother shared his boy toys 'cause he loved me somehow,
He was making Sister happy as he does even now.

My daddy held me securely over the warmth of the fire.
To protect me all my life was his main desire.

My mama kept me close and bandaged my burnt hand.
She knew my heart would be broken some day by a man.

Still she trained me with love and she knew I’d be strong.
She knew I’d make music from my life and turn it into a song.

With melodies of family love and a journey of precious childhood,
I close my eyes to sleep awhile and pray “Lord, if you would,

Will you keep a smile upon my face? Will you help me everyday?
Please remind them that I love them.”
Thinking of my childhood, made me happier today.

Vicki Lynne - August 8, 2002