I
noticed her in the market place
Sat at the curb, stick in
hand
She saw me stare her in the
face
Was she from a foreign
land?
This gypsy girl of
mine
Green eyes, dark hair, an impish
grin
Scarce a word she spoke to this
boy
We lived apart for it was a
sin
To talk and play with
diddicoy
This gypsy girl of
mine
Foolish as I have always
been
I went over and sat by her
side
To watch the cattle weighed and
penned
To be sold at auction by and
by
This gypsy girl of
mine
When bored with this she took my hand
To the nearby park walked unseen
Sat on the swings and how she
laughed
As I looked into her eyes of green
This gypsy girl of
mine
Then when she glanced up at the
sun
I knew my time with her was
done
I touched her fingers, oh so
brown
She put them on my cheek, then was gone
This gypsy girl of
mine
I'm such a foolish old man
now
But still I think of days gone by
A yearning remains, it will not go
For that sweet childish love I pine
That gypsy girl of mine
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Diddicoy - from the Romani - didikai for gypsy
A reminder how we still build barriers to the Romani.. They are coming here to Sweden begging.. But memories like this are important.
ReplyDeleteJust searched web and got to know that Romanis have an Indian origin..............
ReplyDeletesweet childish love... that one is pure and innocent. beautiful.
ReplyDeletethat was a song for your gypsy girl..
ReplyDeletei am enjoying your love poem collections :-)
Amazing, what a brilliant capture of life. age and love. Really sings of the power of love. Great words.
ReplyDeleteNicely captured. Even if she wasn't.
ReplyDeleteThis is indeed a song wonderfully crafted..the refrain tugs at the heart strings .....
ReplyDeletebeautifully written with heartfelt emotion
ReplyDeleteThoughts of love are never foolish! And may we all have such 'foolish' thoughts in our old age!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the form and the repetitions. I think you conveyed a lot in this poem - love but also the isolation and predjudice the gypsies still face today.
ReplyDeleteold egg,
ReplyDeletefancy thoughts,
well done.
I can picture her impish smile, and feel the poignancy of the remembering.
ReplyDeleteNice song, and I love so innocent heart of that guy, who stares and dares to talk and express his love to the gypsy girl :)x
ReplyDeleteI luv this sweet remembering, thanks for sharing with us
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in at my blog
Much love...
A love so innocent and so captivating. These are the likes that get lovingly stuck to memory and remain forever young. Great lines oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHank
Fine memories of youth and younger days.
ReplyDeleteA fine story old egg
What a lovely poem. It's good that we remember childhood romances, they spark something within us.
ReplyDeleteWonderful story written as a memory poem.
ReplyDeleteI love it when I read poems about past loves. Loves that we let go or that we missed in life. :D
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