Dear Jenny

Dear Jenny

If I were a fairy godmother with powers tried and true,
I would burr deep inside you, find what makes you blue.
Did he hurt you just for spite or just because he could?
Did he treat you like your little heart was made of solid wood?

I'm not a godmother, as you know, but I am old and fairly wise.
I've seen many men hurt tender hearts while trying on for size.
It wouldn't be so bad, I guess, if they were sorry, even tried to repent,
but most walk on, not giving a thought, to gentle shoulders bent.

Bent by sorrow, bent by pain, bent by plain old neglect,
yet they pull up their heads, set everything right, just what I'd expect
if I were a fairy godmother, with powers tried and true.
I'm not, you know, but if I could, I'd make things right for you.

I would tell you this, "I know you well, and I really have to say,
you'll find a man who sees in you what I see every day.
And when you do, don't forget the first one or what he taught.
Rely on yourself, my dear Jenny, for you're the best of the lot!"