by lil bit » Sun Feb 24, 2013 4:46 pm
My father had his eye on my mum for some time. He saw his chance at the local Palais when the band leader announced there would be a prize for the first gentleman to bring him a lady wearing a dress the colour of a rose.
While his friends were wasting time rushing round trying to find a suitably clad young lady, my dad grabbed my mum's hand and ran to the stage with her. She happened to be wearing a white dress that evening. No flies on my Dad.
Naturally, she carried white roses on her wedding day and white roses adorned the lid of my dad's coffin and we made sure she had them on hers.
I found the first Christmas card he sent her after they were married.
Even tho' you moan and ruck
I still love you, my old duck
Don't ever alter, little lamb
You just stay the way you am.
I had no idea my dad was such a brilliant poet. Eat your heart out, Byron.
'She couldn't help wondering what use Carl had for a double bed in his bachelor establishment' - Rafferty's Legacy -Jane Corrie