Ireland's OWN Poetry and Prose

Your Sunny Dee
—by Míchealín Daugherty

I thought of you today
Wond'ring if I should say good-bye
What was it the bitch said to me?
'Always the mistress, never the wife.'
I don’t know why that is.
Maybe I don’t want to cook for you
And have YOUR babies
And look the other way when
You wander, I like that
Iamtheone you wander to
Come to me; I don’t care
If you drink,
If you curse,
If you throw your money to the horses
No nagging, no headaches…
Just……….
And you say,
'Oh baby, that's what I'm talking about…'
Ah, I never tire of you
Years go by and still…
We lose ourselves in that same rough,
Unbridled passion
That never dies
What was it you said?
'Unleash the power of the sun.'
That's me.
Your Sunny Dee.