The Wonder of You

7 am in the morning. She picked up the phone and called.
A thought kept nagging her again and again - Should I do this? Is this necessary?

A sleepy voice answered at the other end.

She let go; of every inhibition, let go of the mask of strength she had worn for so many years. She just heard the hello, and every pretense came cascading down all around her.

I hate you - she said. The voice seemed disturbed in it's quiet sigh. It said nothing.
You made me like you, you brought me up too straight, too brash and arrogant with too big a sense of right/wrong, too loved, too independent, too impatient, too attached, too loving and now I must be this my entire life. Why have you done this to me? - She bit her lip between words, between tears rolling incessantly down her cheek.
Why could you not make me more crooked? I could have survived with so much ease. Why did you not teach me how to give up? Why am I a shadow of you.

The voice quivered and said - I am sorry. Just, you were always this way.


And tears rolled down, for the heartache they had felt, for so so long - all alone; in their own little worlds.


When no-one else can understand me
When everything I do is wrong
You give me hope and consolation
You give me strength to carry on

And you're always there to lend a hand
In everything I do
That's the wonder
The wonder of you

And when you smile the world is brighter
You touch my hand and I'm a king
Your kiss to me is worth a fortune
Your love for me is everything

I'll guess I'll never know the reason why
You love me like you do
That's the wonder
The wonder of you