Your Gypsy Soul

 

Southern lady, country raised

helping people with their problems.

Attended school, played by the rules

and now work hard to solve them.

But somewhere deep inside you

burns the desire to live wild and free.

No chains or ropes to bind you

dancing ‘midst stealth  company.

Gold earrings dangling, silk scarves flowing

 skirts hiked up to your knee.

Brown eyes reflecting the campfire burning,

 fortunes you would tell so secretly.

Healer of those who would come to you pining

looking for words of comfort you’d dole.

You provide the medicine they need

 mesmerized by your sweet gypsy soul.

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is a tribute to my beautiful daughter in law who is a social worker specializing in play therapy for children.

Reviews

[B. Boileau]

What a great metaphor of a social worker! Hats off to your daughter. She must be a hard worker living in the ultra conservative south. And you've penned a beautiful picture as always. This was a delightful read .

: )

[Dara]

Thank you Bill. She is about to add the title of mother to her resume so I am doubly proud. Your reviews are always so enlightening and most appreciated!

[Einstein Noodle]

high praises for your daughter in law ... the contrast between the "Southern Lady" and the Gypsy Soul" is crystal clear ... being the incurable romantic i love the image i keep of gypsies ..wild hearts ..dancing and enchanting ... forgive me for prying but is she gypsy by heart or heritage? just curious ... not that it matters ... she sounds like a marvelous person who is in the right job!! pretty spectacular in itself these days ..
E.

[Dara]

She is a gypsy at heart I do believe with a beautiful soul and face to match. Thank you for this wonderful comment!

[Lydia Shutter]

The imagery in this one is spectacular. I could see her next to the campfire...wild and free. Eclectic rhyme scheme. I liked it. Lydi**

[Dara]

Thank you Lydi. I actually changed the last line just minutes ago to make it a little smoother. Hope you are doing well :-)