The Library

In Honour of my Husband’s 31st Birthday, here’s a poem I wrote about how we first met. Happy Birthday my darling, this is for you.

Thinking of where I found you,

Sitting in a silent land,

Where every whisper would stand,

And fun was frowned upon.

It was by pure coincidence,

That I ended up playing your game,

With feeling’s I just couldn’t explain,

Nor could I ignore.

There you sat , shy and reserved,

With a flowery shirt and mohawk hair,

I hoped to find out, if I dared,

If you were on the same page as I.

But it was a year of dancing around,

We both held onto our bottled words in fear,

That the other may just disappear,

Until one day we finally confessed.

12 years and 2 rings later,

We say it was well worth the wait,

Bacon sandwiches was our first date,

And I wake up grateful for you every day.

Megan Layley