She’ll never grow up,
She’s a forever child
Trapped in a woman’s body,
Dutifully she trots
Behind her elderly mother,
Full of chat and trusting,
She’ll never experience
Teenage anxiety,
Because she’s a forever child,
Locked in a childish head
With a child’s dreams and thoughts,
Full of joy and happy,
She’ll never feel stressed,
Unlike her poor mother,
She’s a forever child
Free from worldly care,
Excitedly reaching out
For the comfort of her mother’s hand,
Full of warmth and security.
Diane Scantlebury
