Celebration Of 50 Years Poem by John A'Hern

A teenage boy leads the life of James Dean
Considered by his peers a loner indeed.
A girl appeared and looked his way
A smile was flashed he had never seen,
The boy was now aged seventeen.

No hesitation from the girl,
She crossed a road and said hello.
Happiness surrounded her very presence
Exchange of names and other pleasures,
Fell in love with his newfound treasure.

She held his hand, made him feel special,
From that day on, never seen one without the other.
Never hugged as a child, she fixed his aspirations,
Lost in a World no one else could enter.

So, in love, as they walked and talked,
Rides on his motorbike, arms locked around her love.
Being together, like finding treasure
Her kisses giving him such pleasure.

In her World, she protected from stone throwing,
As time passed, their love kept growing.
Marriage called, they nodded in unison,
Her guidance continued through thick and thin
Always an answer supplied with a grin.

Her eyes would melt the heart of a God
Her voice sounded like liquid gold,
If he fell, she would pick him up,
Thinking of others before herself.

Children presented to the marriage
Oh so proud of her family.
Did her best to provide and nurture
Not always right, but at least she answered.

Giving advice but always listening,
Decisions made not always to her liking.
She would then follow one-step behind,
Quickly by his side, if doubt came for a ride.

Now later in life with lots of memories,
Old one's new ones sometimes too many.
The children now grown the visits grow fewer
Her mood never changes always a pleasure.

As proud as always, she protects her clan,
Love can sometimes seem quite baffling,
However, to her love is adoring.
The mould was broken after her creation,
She will never be lost, just gone missing.


The roundabout of life is still turning.
The task is to hang on never give in to yearnings.
Your future and past haunt your dreams
Brush them away they are not what they seem.