Off plane, we catch a taxi, diesel fumes assault my nose,
Twitching and inhaling as if awakened from a doze.
The mind alert and smiling, enjoying each new sense
We have left Oklahoma and I’m five in Great Britain.
She walks me over London to parks some with water, some just green.
She takes us to the changing of the Guard, I make a scene.
“Forward march!” they do yell, “Forward fart!” I echo well.
Her hand clamps upon my arm, the Brits are thinking, Bloody hell!
She must be American, but look she’s just a tot.
Angry stares subside, we decamp from the spot.
After tea, after nap, after yawning in the bed,
Adventures await us to see treasures of which we’ve read.
The vibrant colors of the jewels, the ghostly figures at Tussauds,
A dollhouse made for royalty I love the best of them all.
Small, stuffed tennis teddy bears, another in lace gown,
my tomboy nature takes a nap as I gaze around.
And all I know in the angry, tear-streaked years that followed,
was I wish I could have stayed in that flat in London.