She was the one
Who brushed her hair
Who put on the lipstick
Had a crush on the younger brother
But spent the evening with the older brother
Giggled along
With the gossip
And cared for those
That cared back
The one that appeared to be
One of ‘those’ girls
If you didn’t look closely
But was really the other way around
She was the one
Who would laugh
If it was funny
Who could cry
If it hurt
Who wasn’t afraid to show
She was the one
With a heart
He was the one
With the glasses
Perched on his nose
Who, could be said to
Give too much
And want nothing back
Who was a gentle soul
Who sat on the grass
With his best friend
And punched the kid
Who was mean to him
He was the one
Who was the “good” boy
He was the one
Who people knew
They could depend on
She was the one
Who trusted her friend
And took the ride
From the guy
She’d met a few times
Who she thought was nice
Who she felt she’d known
Her whole life
He was the one
Who took them skating
He was the one
Who may have been
A little bit
Oblivious
And followed his friend
To the chip shop
Instead of walking her home
Oblivious
To her disappointed face
She was the one
Who linked their arms
As they crossed the road
And never looked back
Knowing once and for all
That she had
The one
They were the ones
Who got married
Who bought the house
Where putting up your white picket fence
Wasn’t allowed
Who had a baby girl
And another
And watched them grow
Ride the bike
Win the trophy
Bring home
And kill
The school plant
Who begged
And begged
To get a dog
And name it Helen
They were the ones
Who shocked them all
With the baby boy
That burst in
And started the cycle
All over again
Ride the bike
Win the trophy
Bring home
And kill
The school plant
Fitting in
Like the wave
The ocean didn’t know
It was missing
They are the ones
That can make their children
Run in terror
When they kiss
After all this time
That can make
A house a home
That met in a car
With pillows in the back
Over Twenty five years ago
To those of you who know my parents, this coming year is their 25th wedding anniversary. At the beginning of this year, they were considering renewing their vows, my mum asked (well…told) me that she wanted me to do a reading, of anything I wanted, a poem, a piece of writing, anything that I thought appropriate. This plan fell flat around the middle of the year, with my mum claiming she didn’t want to be the centre of attention, she had her day twenty five years ago; now they plan to have a dinner with friends and family. I decided to write them this anyhow, even if they never get to hear it.
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