Gypsy Story 2 Poem by cheryl davis miller

The sun was not always shining
the road was not always smooth.
If you’ve forgotten the hard times
then we should do a review.

It wasn’t all about freedom
it sure was not always fun.
Or tell me why, you still feel shame
for little things you have done?

Do you recall lying down nights
without a door you could lock?
The times when you were snatched away
simply while taking a walk?

The users, and the abusers
slyly awaiting the chance,
to snatch up those little Gypsy’s
in the moonlight as they dance.

All the scratch’s and the bruises
come on we've got to get real.
The fear of night, the icey cold
and the kick of some guys heel.

The heart's longing for a ‘mama’
who at least protect you.
If you tell a Gypsy story
then you gotta tell it true.

Yeah today you’ve got some worries
paying bills like all the rest.
But the sedate life you’ve chosen
has sure turned out for the best.

So forget all of that romance
of a so-called Gypsy life.
And thank God that He has blessed you
to become one good man’s wife.

c.d.m.3/9/10