We danced among the buttercups
when we were eight and nine.
I held one out beneath her chin,
she did the same to mine.
We played ‘Mums and Dads’ in the garden,
our shed had a table and chair.
She was ‘Mum’ to her baby doll
and ‘Dad’ was my old teddy bear.
We looked into the future then,
as far as we could see.
What shall we do, this afternoon?
What will there be for tea?
We played ‘Postman’s Knock’ at a party
and thought it a wonderful game
but the boys in the hall didn’t kiss us at all,
which we felt was a terrible shame.
We counted all the cherry stones
when we were in our ‘teens;
tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor
and dreamed some lovely dreams.
Her Bride’s bouquet, I caught with ease
and thereby sealed my fate.
I knew for certain, he would come,
even if, just a little bit late.
We thought we’d be friends for ever
but that was not to be,
for he was married to her, for a while
and now…he’s married to me.
© Marion Sharville