By William Maish
I don’t believe it, I just don’t believe,
she said to the man who said he could not deceive.
Well you should, he said, my heart is yours,
my eyes are for you, he assures.
My lips strain for you,
and she knows she cannot say adieu.
He gave her a feather,
it means I will love you, forever and ever.
She gave him her number,
oh what a blunder,
she shouldn’t have done it
but she couldn’t counterfeit.
They had a date
and he said, I’m not straight,
but he was kidding,
she knew from his smirk, that he was bidding.
But she didn’t care
straight or gay, he had the same flare.
The years flew by and they got engaged,
they had some fights, and got enraged.
It’s all good, they both assured,
they knew they would last, that is could be endured.
She walked down the aisle,
with one great big smile.
The bells rang
and an Angel sang,
you may kiss the bride
but only if you abide.
They set off in an old Vee-Dub
and drove to the forest, where they saw a new-born cub.
The honeymoon began with a natural birth,
and sure enough, they wanted their worth,
they tried and tried, and tried again
but in the end, they just said when.
Months later after much pain
and just in time to keep them sane,
little Theo was born underwater,
oh how much they had wanted a daughter.
It didn’t matter, for this was the first
and over the years, there was a burst.
First Theo, then Hazel, Francisco and Sophie,
but little Manu was the trophy.
He was adopted, an orphan, so young,
he had survived depression, famine and was unsung.
The years passed again, the children grew up
eventually, they were greeting everyone with “sup”.
The parents sat and reminisced,
about how they used to persist
even when everyone said to stop
they never would, they’d never flop.
They never stopped and fought to bring up
some amazing children, who drank from the very best cup.
The children went to college,
to increase their knowledge
and soon enough, graduated to marriage
to those lovers who they could not disparage.
The parents had lived to see what they needed,
that had done it, they knew they had succeeded.
And when they came to realise this,
they bid everyone adieu, and blew them a kiss.
For they moved to the hills and lived in a shack
where they could sit, where they could lie back-to-back.
They lived out their days, happy as ever
and every so often, they sent a feather
to the children they bred
the feather floated, the feather spread,
each time it landed in the hands of their kid
the children looked up, they looked up and what they did
was hold their hands up to the sky, to the sun
and praise their parents for everything they’d done.
They held their hands, and made a heart
for they knew that their parents were about to depart.
But they remembered the story, of their parents and the feather,
and how it meant their parents would be together forever and ever.
They remembered the story and knew what was to come,
their parents would wait, their love would never succumb.
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