Robina was a 70s dream,
Who lived for hot buttered toast and
Michael Jackson LPs.
Her first car was crashed by her dad when she was just eighteen
And she believed powerfully in her own daydreams.
Robina was a free-thinker, a dreamcatcher,
A go getter. She walked around her neighbourhood
With a bucket of toy soldiers in one hand and a pic ‘n’ mix in the other
And she adored her father and mother.
Whom she cared for like no other.
Robina was an amorous Walter Mitty,
Who dreamt of Darcy and Gilbert Blythe,
And of her place in their classic lives,
Roaming moors and mansions alike
As queen of the castle and as wife.
Robina was a smart arse
Guaranteed top of the class
Polite in every conversation
Ready and willing for confrontation.
Robina was a killer queen,
Dynamite with a laser beam
But now she’s got five mouths to feed-
So she gave me all those books to read.
Aqsa Ahmed is the Creative Writing Editor for I RISE Magazine.
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