The girl who went to school with you.
The girl who lived next door.
You know the one; she?s the youngest daughter of four.
Wife to Ste,
Mother of three.
The woman who likes to walk ?that? dog,
That woman who works over there,
Jez to her friends, Gerry to others.
Her who looked after so many kids, for so many mothers.
You know the one I mean,
She laughs out loud, but is shy in a crowd,
Can?t reply with helpful advice, cry?s when she reads some, but mostly smiles,
The one, who lives far away from you, could be miles.
The one whose nearly 40, is she really that old?
The one who thinks she?s still a kid, the one who mentally is,
That woman who wants to be accepted, for who and what she is.