THE WOMAN FIFTEEN YEARS YOUNGER THAN I AM.

SPARK TRAILZZZ!!!

I saw them today.
Pain, hot and sharp sired my heart

...Walking out of the galleria.
His arms draped around her shoulders
She was laughing up at him
Face shining, so young
Care-free, happy
She was saying something he liked hearing
Obviously so 'cause he had that grin
That very grin that got my heart
The special one that makes me forget all my anger at him...

Shocked, mouth gaping, jaws dropping to the car floor
I was already stepping on the brakes, Hot red fury!
About to go over there
Scratch her eyes out and drag him away.
As I was stepping out of my car
To do real justice to her swinging weaves and spaghetti top
My son tugged at my sleeves
'Mummy, this isn't the toy shop'
I was jolted back to normalcy
My daughter started chanting
'Not toy shop mummy!, not toy shop mummy!'
Looking at my son's face, so much like his father's
I can't go after him
I can't create a scene,
I love my children
Heck! I love that grinning bastard

...I looked over at them again
And I could see what only I could see
He was where he wanted to be
He was happy, chatting away, young again
Fifteen years younger even
His strides had a jolt in it
His face all lit up, enthralled
And suddenly, it struck me
She was his get away boat
Sailing him somewhere we all wanna be forever
Somewhere sweet, carefree, exciting
Somewhere where he could forget all the seriousness of family life
Where he could be young again
They were walking over to his car now,
Chewing gum and making it look like the single most important thing in the world...

...The woman fifteen years younger than I am
Was smiling at my husband
And I hated her fifteen times over
Each time for every year that takes me away
From being what she is now to him
The woman without whom he has bills and fees and child care
And all what nots to worry about with
The woman that was just sheer fun for him
Yes, pure fun
And I took pity on her
She is young and beautiful and fresh
But she is stupid, ignorant and naive
'Cause it's me he comes home to at night
He actually has a life with me
He gets away from time to time like a ship goes to harbour
But I am his sea
Troubled at times, but peaceful most times
And with me is where he belongs
I stared at her again
The woman Fifteen years younger than I am...

...Call me foolish, call me chicken, call me a wimp
But one thing is for sure
When I sleep tonight, my world is complete
'Cause he is in it
And she is not
Holding me, trusting his life in my hands
Knowing that I will keep it safe for him
Till he comes home to us...

And so off to the toy shop I drove
All the while, the picture in my head
She is fun but I am his world
He is with her now but the night will come
And she would be alone and cold
That would teach her a good deal of wisdom
The woman fifteen years younger than I am