In May my eldest boy married the undoubted love of his life , Aimee.
It was a real high point of my life that some months before they had asked me to write a poem for their service.
A high point of course and a real honour but also a moment for reflection , for consideration and one that made me wake in the night with that "what the sodding hell have I agreed to" feeling.
Ive always been an anatuer poet at best. Creating things for my own amusememt or for the entertainment or even to poke fun at friends and colleagues.
But this was a big gig !
My lads wedding, and Aimees Dad (Dave ), a hugely talented musician was going to write a song for the day . ( He did, He played it and it was brilliant !).
I woke at four am one morning and for thought about that poem and had an idea,
I post the result here, I managed to read it out at the wedding and was so delighted to have people say they enjoyed it or cried. Poetry should touch your emotions and tug at either the heart or the memory. A bit like football or a really good steak and kidney pudding.
So for no other reason other than I get to show off this photo of these two truly beautiful human beings, I print said poem below. I hope every gets to feel the pride and happinness that these two allowed me to feel .
The Thing .
As we sit or we stand in this wonderful place
You may well see a quizzical look on my face.
Although I’m aware of the embarrassment it may bring.
I need to tell you about how I once had this thing.
It wasn’t that big, though it did seem to grow
It attracted attention whenever on show
People would greet it with a smile and a wink
Though occasionally it emitted an unfortunate stink.
Wherever I went this thing was right there
If I was walking the dog or cutting my hair
No matter the issues its presence might bring
Id take a look down and just see this thing.
Id kind of got used to it being around
The way it looked, its needs its continuous sounds
Until one day, with no warning or care
I took a glance down and it was no longer there.
The thing it had grown at such an incredible rate.
It had broken away to steer its own fate
And now its today and to here us they bring
My buddy, my pal and someone elses little thing
I see now the thing is made up of such stuff
As the very best of its mum and my dad that’s enough
To make me write poems and shout even louder
How of my thing, I couldn’t be prouder.
These two things together make a wonderful sight
With a future that’s happy that’s bold and is bright
I know that my thing is so loved and I’m so glad
That he found the thing belonging to Aimee’s Mum and Dad
I do miss those days of just looking down
And him putting a smile where may have been a frown.
These two together makes this old fool’s heart sing
I hope when they’re ready , they have their own little thing
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