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Tuesday, May 12, 2015

WILD CHILD

Mothers Day has come and gone,
Baby boy was working, so was gypsy.
I decided to go and see my gypsy even though
was at work as I never get enough time with her.
I didn't get to see the grand babies that day because
landed up getting back late from Thibodaux
but got to speak to Bean and got a 
Happy Mothers Day call from the KD and babies
as well as a text from BB which of course,
touched me. I sometimes worry needlessly about
my gypsy baby, so independent thinking sometimes
she works too much, I never feel like I have enough time
with her. Which brings me to this blog,
this morning, I sit here in my living room,
knowing only a few more days until I move
into the cottage and hear a Kenny Chesney song,
WILD CHILD:

Looks like a royal in a thrift store dress
Keeps my heart and her hair a mess
She goes where the wind suggests she goes, who knows
Got a spirit that can't be tamed
She's a calico pony on an open plain
I know I'll never be the same no more, for sure

She's a wild child
Got a rebel soul and a whole lot of gypsy wild style
She can't be tied down but for a while
I'll be falling free and so alive
Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child

Never heard of her favorite band unless you
Been to Bonnaroo or Burning Man
She's Penny Lane in a Chevy van, she loves to love

She loves me wild child
Got a rebel soul and a whole lot of gypsy wild style
She can't be tied down but for a while
I'll be falling free and so alive
Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child

She'll be here until she runs
Some just have to chase the sun

She's a wild child
Got a rebel soul with a whole lot of gypsy wild style
She can't be tied down but for a while
I'll be falling free and so alive
Might break my heart but God she drives me wild child

A kaleidoscope of colors in her mind child
A touch of crazy hides behind her wild smile
So simple yet experimental
Innocent but still a little wild child

Wild child
If you have not heard this beautiful song, there is a part
at the end just read by a female voice,
saying all about my gypsy baby:

YOU WERE BORN TO DANCE
TO THE BEST OF YOUR OWN HEART
TO ROAM WITHOUT CAGES.
WITH THE INNOCENCE OF A CHILD
AND THE FREE SPIRIT OF UNTAMED HORSES.
I HOPE YOU LAUGH WITHOUT STOPPING,
LIVE WITHOUT ABANDON
AND LOVE LIKE ITS ALL THERE IS.
STAY WILD MY WILD, WILD, CHILD

..and this part got me, as being the mother of
a wild child is not always easy, even when she is 25,
you still worry about her, but love and admire her
free spirit.
LOVE YOU, MY JES, MY BABY, MY 
WILD CHILD....
call yo momma often!

3 comments:

  1. Jesi rocks!!! :)

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  2. I love & miss you so much Nannie.

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  3. Hey Cam, sorry I didn't get call you back. we will get together lots this summer. as nannie is moving into her own house.

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