Never Never Land

 

Sometimes my wife Pam goes off to Never Never Land,
Staring blankly off in space ignoring my verbal commands,
To snap out of her dream and come back to this world,
From that place she has gone to on her fantasy twirl.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Never Never Land

 

 

When I asked Pam where she’s been, she might say,
I was visiting my brother Bobby at his cabin today,
He was cooking fried potatoes and sausage patties,
And his sour dough biscuits were just about ready.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She had little tear in her eye from her visit to see Buffalo,
And she said, “Bill I sure do miss my brother Bobby so.”
I try to hard to console her as I know Pam is very sad,
As I can tell she is now feeling just a little bit bad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A few days later “Next To You, Next To Me” is playing,
On the car radio and she wasn’t hearing what I was saying,
She was out there in Never Never Land again straying.
I asked her where she had been this time with no delaying.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She had big smile on her face seeming happy and gay,
She said “I was watching Tamara do her jump rope today,
With her wrists flipping the rope as she clogged along,
Making her impossible routine seem as easy as a song.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I could see that trip made her so happy feeling good,
And I told her, yes her routine was amazing on hardwood.
And it always awed me each time I saw her fine routine,
I was so proud each time of our little teenaged queen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We were in the restaurant and I could see Pam was away,
In Never Never Land once more on that June Friday.
When she ordered, she had of asked the waitress,
If the potato salad was good today, I must confess.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The waitress brought the meal and she took a bite,
Of the potato salad and drifted off on out of sight.
When I finally got her attention, I asked her then,
Just where she been out in Never Never Land again,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was a little tear in the corner of her eye again,
As she said “this potato salad tastes like Mom made when,
I was growing up at home with the family I did love.
For a moment I was back at home like in heaven above.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I also drift of to dream many times when I’m wide awake,
I guess older people like those fantasy trips we take,
Quite often in our older years as we live our daily lives,
Recalling memories that take us back and make us thrive.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think going to Never Never Land every now and again,
Is good for the soul reliving those times way back then.
So feel free to drift off when a memory pops on out.
And you’ll see loved ones and friends, there is no doubt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Bill

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks for reading Never Never Land,
Bill