I wish I had wings

I wish I had wings

As I lay in my bed, and look up to the sky

I wish that I had feathery wings and that I could try and fly.

I'd find a fluffy, white cloud, and sit there all day long

I'd say "Hi" to the birds, as they flew by, and listen to their songs.

I'd wait until it rained, and watch the ground below

And see all the trees and flowers, as they then started to grow.

I'd see the people and the animals, rushing all around

Bumping into each other, as they hurry across the ground.

As the breeze comes through my window, and flutters on my head

 I really wish that I could fly, instead of being in bed.

I seem to do so well, for days, and weeks at my very best

My energy gets better and I seem to need less rest

My 'limits' I thought I knew them, so I carry on as I do

But then one day it hits me, and my head explodes in two.

I find it so frustrating, not being a 'normal' me

I can hear everyone one saying "Just be patient, you will see"

But I don't want to be patient, I want to be like everyone

I want to climb more mountains, and have such a lot of fun.

I had fun at the weekend, with good friends and family

I've maybe overdone it, and now this week is spent for me.

My head, it won't stop pounding, the meds they are increased

I'm totally good for nothing, all I want right now is peace.

So please, dear God, just help me, and teach me what is 'slow'

As I really can't take more of this, as everyone will know.

Thank goodness, I've got friends around and family close to me

And Lilly always right by my side, as cuddly as can be.

My son, he is tremendous, he just looks after me when I'm bad

But it's not fair, it shouldn't be like this, he is such a grown up lad.

So Santa, when you leave the North Pole on Christmas Eve this year

Please put some wings inside your sack and leave them for me here.

And when it gets too much for me, I'll put them on and fly

Instead of staying in my bed, and having to explain why.

I'll maybe take my boy along, with his Ipad, there's no doubt

And maybe for only one day, we'll shut the whole world out.

'Til then, my bed will have to do, as I suppose it helps me rest

And a few hours hence, my husband's home, and I will be feeling at my best.

Maybe I can still dream of wings, if it helps to get me right

And hope and pray that maybe, this once, I'll have a good sleep tonight.

Shelagh

Without wings!