First Meeting

I have been married for 28 years

It is more than half my life in years

I used to think that ‘marriages are made in heaven’ is a lore

Meeting the man I would love was a matter of searching and no more

To that end I joined Dateline

To get meet men with similar needs as mine

He came to pick me up for the first date

I had to first peek from the window before I opened the gate

I liked what I saw and crossed my fingers that he would too

This man with a moustache and obvious penchant for colour blue

It was strange to be going on a date

To view the Le Corbusier exhibition and walk around the Tate

Just got reminded, not Tate, Haywood

Well I at least remembered the event that I should

A wander around Oxford Circus in the afternoon sun

I thought was fun

Wondered what he thought of me?

Would he ask for another date with me?

He was going back to West Country by train

But waited till it was time for my train

At the local pub in the station

Trying to think of ways to put this relationship in motion

I asked him out right, since I am the extrovert

Are we meeting again? Is this pay dirt?

You could see the relief in his eyes

For he did not have to verbalise

Yes we will meet again soon

He would come to meet me at home and I was over the moon

We married in a few months

The saga turned to years from months

But that’s a tale for another day

With short poems to mark the pleasures along the way

What are the chances of and Indian girl finding a Australian /Welsh man

Across the country in England

For across the seas we travelled since fate intervened

To affirm that marriages are destined

What you make of this gift is up to you

For living together is building a life with you.