| MRS. MITCHELL...PAGE 1 TRUE STORY, BELIEVE IT OR NOT....HAPPENED TO ME IN BOSTON OVER 30 YEARS AGO....I'VE NEVER FORGOTTEN THAT SUMMER AND IT'S BECOME THE PHILOSOPHY ON WHICH I'VE BASED MY LIFE....SO CHEERS TO MRS. MITCHELL!! ENJOY.... |
The tale I'm about to tell Some may not believe is true I can only say what happened What you think is up to you! But read this with an open mind Even though you were not there And if you choose to disbelieve I really do not care... It started many years ago When I was just nineteen I left my home in the Berkshire Hills With little else but hopes & dreams I hitchhiked as far as Boston Then sought out a place to stay Before leaving I had discovered That I was in a "family" way! I met an older gentleman Who owned a repair shop He offered to let me sleep in back For as long as I cared to stop When my pregnancy became obvious He begged me to go home Saying I couldn't raise a baby On the streets of Boston all alone! But going home was not an option Though I knew that he meant well Returning unwed with a baby Would make my life a living hell! I told him not to worry That things would work out fine My kind friend only shook his head As if to say "You've lost your mind!" The winter melted into spring I was due in mid-July Without the old man's charity I knew I'd have surely died... I spent my days walking up & down A row of department stores Window-shopping for baby things There was no way I could afford As the summer started in It grew more difficult to walk My belly, by this time, was huge And my complexion resembled chalk! One day while sitting on a bench Across from the Woolworth store An elderly lady sat down beside me I'd seen her once or twice before Always near this very spot With her blue & white pillbox hat Perched smartly on a snow-white bun She wore a polka-dot dress to match! Though her face was lined with wrinkles Her eyes sparkled---the brightest blue! She eyed my belly knowingly, Saying, "Gracious!! Look at you!" "Hard to miss" I wryly said She asked,"Did your young man prove fickle?" "That's one way to put it" I replied "I'm on my own and in a pickle!" Nodding thoughtfully she then said, "Yes, I can see that's true! I've seen you walking now for months!" She winked, "I've been watching you!" |
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