Many of us are familiar with those stories of how they met. Our parents I mean. That love story that is hard to imagine as they appear to never have been young.Here is one of those...
Nearly Not There
If my mother had not gone to the Pictures that night
or had gone to the Castle, instead of the Astor
and if she had arrived five minutes later than she did
my father would have been ahead of her in the queue
and would not have seen the fire in her hair
catch the light of the evening sun,
and could not have followed her gaze
to the pair of shoes, or was it a handbag?
in McKinley’s shop window,
and would not therefore have said,
“Would you like me to buy that for you?”
And if his boldness had unleashed distain
and not laughter, my non-existence
would have been ensured.
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