The baby changing room

We were carried to the "Baby Changing Room" in a rush as soon as Papa's car stopped at the service station in Oxford. Mama quickly locked the door and Papa immediately filled the basin with splashing water. Before I could even have a second to recover from any shock and disgust, I was soaked in soap and water against my will.


"WHY..........."

"WHY.............."

"WHY ME............"

My deep cry of misery resonated in the cold night air and across the Oxford service station through the "Bay Changing Room".

"WHY.............." (Sobbing)



Herewith I dedicated this song to the traumatic incident.



"Midnight, Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

MISTY, All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
Life beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again


Every street lamp
Seems to beat
A fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And a street lamp gutters
And soon it will be morning


Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of SPARKY days
The stale cold smell of morning
The street lamp dies
Another night is over
Another day is dawning


Touch me,
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with my memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is
Look a new day has begun..."


(To be continued)

Misty