FOR MARCUS AND
LISA ON THEIR WEDDING DAY
Two brown soulful
eyes,
A handsome face I
see.
I look at Marcus
And he looks at
me.
He’s quiet and
shy,
Where I go
There he’ll be.
I cuddle Marcus,
And he cuddles
me.
Not keen on
playgroup,
Doesn’t want to
learn,
Two sad brown
eyes
Await my return.
First day at
school
He’s grown so
tall,
He’s made me a
picture
To hang on the
wall.
Now he goes to
big school,
Runs for the bus
so as not to be late,
Waves goodbye at
the garden gate.
He visits friends
who live near and far,
One day he sees
my old guitar.
“Teach me some
chords Mum”,
The guitar’s in
his hand,
Before you know
it,
He’s joined a
band.
He grows his hair
His friends aren’t
posh,
Some of them
Don’t appear to
ever wash.
“We need a
Singer”
Who will it be?
I place some
adverts.
We wait and see.
A girl replies,
She
sends a text.
They
arrange to meet
On
Saturday next.
She
arrives in a car
With
her father and mother,
They’ve
both come to see
Who’s
got his eye on their daughter.
Her
father Dave jumps out
Shakes
Marc by the hand,
Mother
Mandy’s less keen,
Lisa’s
only fifteen.
Marc
has long hair, big boots,
A
leather jacket and all,
Amanda’s
phone is by her ear
In
case Lisa has to call.
Dave
can’t believe it,
He’s
in for a shocker.
He
never thought his daughter,
Would
want to go out with a rocker.
They
walk and talk,
The
time flies by,
Now
Lisa meets us
Who
are waiting nearby.
They
come towards us
Hand
in hand,
That’s
quick work thinks I,
It
pays to be in a band.
She’s
a very sweet girl
With
long dark hair,
She
answered the advert
For
a dare.
My
son is in love
The
world around him grows dim.
He
cuddles Lisa,
And
she cuddles him.
And
so it must pass,
It’s
part of nature’s plan,
From
mother to wife,
Now
he’s grown to a man.
But as we sit here today,
I’ll
say to each and every one,
I’ve
gained a daughter,
Not
lost a son.
