I said out of the frying pan
And into the fire
And I was so embarrassed
But I realise now
Why I said it to you
You worked as a nurse
And were a born listener
You just had the right manner.
I felt terrible for leaving
This with you instead
Of keeping the thought in my head.
My gran always said
Your two daughters
Never had a hair out of place.
And my boss said
Your daughters were beautiful.
She must have forgotten
My surname one time
And said something about
The Maguires, moving out
Only a few streets away
From their parents.
At my grandfather's funeral
It was your daughter who
Shouted accross to me
On way out, sensing that
I was feeling ignored.
She was the only person
Who really made an effort.
I wouldn't forget that
In a hurry, even now.
And the other was
So nice when out
With family and gran.
I always felt inferior
To my mum's side of the family
And my step family
Aren't my blood so
No more needs to be said.
I guess I had no one to talk to
And I just had to say,
Is the grass really greener.
I was at the stage
Where my friends
Were becoming acquaintances
Mostly due to the hospital stigma.
The other Fred being so possessive.
I didn't feel I was worth
Somebody trying to hold on to me.
I see why my grandparents
Were so fond of you.