For just ten minutes

By: Young Person

... or at least 600 seconds

For just ten minutes

I forget about the rat race,

My unpaid bills pilling up

And the shopping/ironing/cleaning that beckons me

I forget that I am a mother,

A daughter, sister, and a partner.

I forget about life's struggles.

For those 10 mins I dream

Like I did as a child

I'll play a favourite album

And sit in the garden,

Armed with nail polish

And cotton wool between my toes

I am free to dream

I dream about writing the next theme song

For the Welsh Rugby Union Team

Or of one day being brave enough

To go sky diving

Or maybe even learn to speak Italian

When my toenails are

A lovely shade of dusty pink

And I have dreamt of free falling

I go back to my laundry

And the ironing isn't so daunting

Till the day I leave my washing alone

And jump out of that plane

I have my little daily dreams

To help me remember that I am more

Than a teenage mother with unpaid bills and the shopping to do . . .