You'd think,
after all the
dismal disappointment,
emotional abandonment and
ending of endearments,
you'd learn.
That you'd discern
those silences to mean
feelings of pure apathy
and not a sense of mystery,
but merely what they really were:
a complete lack of concern.
But you grew up in the 1970s,
with a very cheery bunch of Bradys,
who lived on the other side
of your TV screen, in a land where
the grass was always shiny green.
Alas, how were you,
an impressionable, little girl to know,
that this wildly popular family show,
was not the best possible example
of reality's messy truths?
And thus,
once you'd witnessed
such idyllic scenes,
who would've dared to
spill the beans, and
burst your bubble
of happy dreams,
to save you from
your future wounds?
Ha!
Now,that would have been
sheer foolishness -
you'd have never surrendered
to such nonsense,
even if it was
plain as day,
as seen through your
rose coloured glasses.
Thanks for visiting!
Poppy
Written for
Susan's Mid Week Motif
~Foolishness~
at Poets United
