Getting dressed

(for Katy)

Nearly every morning

It's the same

Can I wear

My special dress

Today?

So I draw the curtains

and look out of the window

And I say

'I don't think so'.

And she says

'Why not!'

And I say

'Look!'

'It's too cold '

'It's going to rain.'

And she says

'HUH!'

'It doesn't look cold to me!'

She says

It isn't fair.

And it isn't.

Because it's always the same

With that window.

She gets the fluffy clouds

And the faint hope of sunshine

And I get left with the wind

And the grey certainty

Of rain.