It was my wedding reception,
But why do I look so glum?
I am searching for my mum,
For she is not supposed to dance you see?
But then I spot her,
Happily dancing with…
A tear rolls down my face?
But does it leave a joyful taste?
No! For I am sad.
You see, it is my uncle, mum is dancing with,
And all because we miss my dad.
For he is no longer here you see?
So we must behave oh so respectfully!
Delighted to see mum dancing,
And with a gent like him,
But what a sight it would have been,
If that gent was…HIM.
Dedicated to my dad 🙂