Amy Part One Poem by William Cavanagh

Your father he’s a gypsy
His stay has grown stale
He’s on the move again, as
His heart begins to wail

I remember you speaking; to
Adrian your cabbage patch doll
Watching Strawberry Shortcake
And that crazy Pokka Dot Door

I saw the midnight-black cat
That you loved to hold and maul
After you had hurried home,
From Gesner Grammar School

I saw you in the forest’s night
As I lay among soldier friends
I saw you in the heat of day
As my mind began to stray

I saw you play with children
In the heart of foreign lands
And felt your presence near
For a time when I felt fear