So who am I now, for the all the world to see?
And what do you really see when you look at me?

As I opened the gift, and saw my new friend.
All you could hear was a cry of joy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.

My dad thought is was silly to see.
when I worried more that my doll might fall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.

I talked and I talked and never did stop.
Just like my new friend, that I now did enjoy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.

Note:From that day on my fathers nick name for me was Chatty Kathy.
My real name is Kathleen and I love to talk.

So maybe you can listen and watch them all,
From you own little corner of this new place.
A person goes by with a dog walking alone,
You wave to say hello, even doing that is hard,
Because you know it might be just a matter of time,
Before they find out what you don*t know.

But for now you a safe, cause they don’t know
That the words they speak you don’t know at all.
But you know it will show the very first time,
They try to converse with you in this new place.
But you get some nerve and tell yourself; it’s not hard,
And you try to overcome the feeling of being alone.

So again you sit on the porch all alone,
And start to get comfortable with the area you know,
As that person comes out the house slamming the door hard.
At this point you hope they don’t notice you at all,
And you lucky, as they start working around their place,
They stop that and start washing their car this time.

So you relax and get comfortable again over time,
So music starts to play, but it makes you feel more alone.
As it does not use your words, but music from this new place.
So you convince yourself, it is OK cause one day I will know
And maybe then I won’t feel like an outcast at all,
But for the moment this is all very hard.

Suddenly the music is so very loud and hard,
So you go into the house for some quiet time
But the music is blaring and inside is not quiet at all
But you can’t tell them to lower the music, cause you’re alone
And nothing of the language do you know.
So all you can do for now just wait and put up with this place.

It is so hard, to be on you’re own and alone,
But over some time, you will come to know,
That you’re not at all – alone in your new place

Oldest memories of a time long ago
I thought was just a dream set aglow.

Water surrounds the world I see
and it was closing in on me.

The red of blood through waters deep
draw closer now with no sound to speak.

A symbol now is what does reveal and spark
A wavy shape, I see, of two white crossed marks.

II

If not a dream, then what memory
And what does this memory mean?

The truth be known in later years
That it was a memory with tears.

My oldest memories that haunts me to this day
Is of a time where death called but I got away.

For I fell into a pool as a young baby of three
And to the bottom sinking down soft and free.

As a gallant man jumped in to save the young lass
And he wore swimming trunks of red with white crosses

A thing that was in my mind now and then
that would haunt me for all time and again.

Some go past the point, where it is all in the mind,
That is what I did, but thanks to my son I am not dead.
For it was his voice I heard, from half way around the world,
I love you Mom, don’t leave Me., is all he said.

Oh tell me now, how do I go on?
Where once there was trust and now it is gone.
I feel so betrayed, in my heart, by this deal,
This a fact, that I can not now conceal.

Make my world stop, beg and I plea.
My brains gone to mush, all that is left is debris
I am numb from my head and down to my toe,
For my world crashed down only moments ago.

Red hair and blue eyes you see, we agree.
But the inside is where it’s unseen.
You said you want to know about me.

Happy inside and a smile for free,
And being mean, is never routine.
To know me is more than you can see.

I read of the Titanic at sea
And even dream of being a Queen.
You said you want to know about me,

My tact is of very high degree,
A diplomat is where I am keen.
To know me is more than you can see.

And this I can surely guarantee,
I am more than a girl in a scene,
You said you want to know about me,
To know me is more than you can see.

I can’t say I don’t like my life,
For that would be far from the truth.
But there is one thing that bothers me so
And that was the day, I lost all my teeth.

It would not have been that bad,
If during the whole span of last year,
I didn’t cry all the time, from my despair,
And I could have at least, worn some false teeth.

Other than trying to eat, then could not,
It greatly effected how I looked.
I suddenly transformed from young woman,
Into the old grandma without any teeth.

So I hid myself away, in my own little world.
That way no one could see how I looked.
My family tried to encourage me a times.
But I didn’t want even them to see, me with no teeth.

A traumatic and miserable year has gone by.
And I put my family through many kinds of hell,
For it’s was very hard for them to stay close,
When I turned inside myself, because of teeth.

I changed overnight, from a lady that smiled,
To a scared person that always covered her mouth.
I would cry if I saw how I looked in a mirror,
Cause I hated how I looked without teeth.

I lived though one of the worse years I have known,
As it had taken me a whole year to finally mend.
My family was strained, but it getting better again,
Now that I say with a smile, “I have teeth”.