Memories Poem by R. K. Hart

She dressed and made herself up,
She had drunk her tea from a favorite cup.
It was a gentle Victorian day a day of ease.
A gentle breeze blew through winter trees.

She waited on the platform for the red rattler train,
Wondering if she might require an umbrella if it rains.
Her thoughts strayed to her old school days,
When they got up to some mischief ways.

She arrived and joined city the rush hour crowd,
Paperboy's calls, cars rushing, all covered in a misty shroud.
Quick coffee compliments of work; clock on and begin.
Her day would not be ordinary it fact you might say amazing.

He lived just out side the city central with his parents,
By tram, he enters Melbourne town with its wonderful scents.
He too hears paperboys, walks among the rushing cars,
Its coffee aroma; misty atmospheres and bars.

Then while installing the carpeted floor,
The glamorous, green clad angel he saw.
The carpet layer saw the drape of her golden hair.
To be without her he could not bare.

This lowly man, as he felt,
Thought his racing heart would smoulder and melt.
He approached in a nervous manner,
She may reject him with the power of a hammer.

With false confidence, he made his voice sound concrete,
Hoping a date to secure, whilst shaking to his feet.
He asked and she accepted.
He could not believe, he had not been rejected.

Forty-six years gone past, they have navigated many a reef,
Their love has grown beyond belief.
Even today they grow together in many ways,
In the spiritual, secular, they live love and play.

R. K. Hart 29/09/2012

















He thinks of the day she filled his vision,
Everything else fell into derision.
Her honey hair fell playfully over her neck,
Her