Yesterday my lads came in - both on different occasions - brandishing guitars and smiling awry smiles, both wanting to run a song that they had written, by me. So I downed tools (magazine and pack of Jelly Babies) and gave them my full attention. Ballady and in warm tones. Love songs with strange lyrics but I knew who they were written for. Their girlfriends, Stacey and Tierney.
It's a weird feeling as a parent to accept that little bundle of joy you were not so long ago breastfeeding, is now a bundle of raging hormones himself and has expressed their young love (the same new love you had back then for their father) into a song. Big soft shites that they are. Oh, well, it's special and forever and saves on roses, I suppose.
left: Adam with Tierney.
right: Ross with Stacey.
ps......the BloggerRipper strikes again. He's changed the font sizes in this post a little but I suppose it's better than some-one else getting all the credit for a poem I penned!