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HER WEDDING DAY.

Under the railway bridge

in Rockingham Street

where the steam trains

go by overhead

 

quite frequently

going to somewhere else

by Baldy's

the grocer's store

 

where you get merchandise

quite often

for your mother

you sat with Janice

 

waiting to have

your hair cut

(your mother sent her

with you

 

to make sure

it was done right)

she had her

red beret on

 

the fair hair

flowing from beneath

her bright eyes

and straight white teeth

 

when we marry

she said

(why do girls do that

to a kid of 8?

 

at 9 maybe

that's fine

why spoil his day

with wedding days

 

and such?)

shall I wear

cream or a white dress?

(cream would be better

 

than white

make her look

less pale

more quaint

 

make her look

less likely to faint)

cream'd be good

you said

 

and what about my bouquet?

what flowers

should I have?

(God knows

 

you mused

I know nothing

of such things

whatever

 

the flower guy brings)

I don't know

flower names

you choose

 

you said

she smiled

and nodded her head

who will be

 

your best man?

she asked

Carmody or Jupp​?

you said

 

she didn't

look impressed

or Jim?

you added

 

he'll do

she said

(why ask you?)

you liked the way

 

her eyes went wide

at the mention

of Jim

(did she fancy him?)

 

and the way she leaned

her head to one side

when you said

cream to the colour of dress

 

(to you

it was a thing

to keep from life

and head

 

it would seem

but to her

it was a dream)

but who

 

will give me away?

she said

my Daddy's dead

and mother too

 

would my old man do?

you said

but she shook her head

(wise kid you thought)

 

Gran may

if she's not too old

she added

looking straight ahead

 

or too ill or dead

my brother could

if he's old enough then

(many years hence

 

you hoped)

a boy amongst men

you said

she just smiled

 

and gave nod of head

and how many kids

shall we have?

she asked

 

(why ask me

you thought

how many there'd be?)

two or three?

 

you said

or more

she suggested

gazing at the barber

 

who was finishing off

a middle-aged man

with a comb and mirror

wearing a smile

 

who's next?

he asked

taking off the cape

from the man

 

he is

Janice said

pointing to you

and a short back

 

and sides

his mother said

Janice added

the barber nodded you

 

to the chair

and you sat there

gazing at Janice

in the mirror

 

imagining her

as a bride in white

or cream

on some one's arm

 

coming down the aisle

with her smile

but not tomorrow

or next year

 

or after that

but off

some where

in quite awhile.

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terry-collett
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Jan 13, 2014
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A BOY AND GIRL IN 1950S LONDON AND A WEDDING.

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