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We didn’t fall into each other’s arms With a cascade of golden stars And a twittering of bluebirds. We didn’t really notice one another. And momma said the love would grow. Maybe he’d arrived from a lonely far-off planet. Maybe I was tired of waiting around. The early days were hard for us: Too many people too little time to think. And momma said the love would grow. Time slowly passed. My life had changed. I was now his alone, it seemed. He wanted me near him every hour. I felt trapped and desperate by his demands. And momma said the love would grow. The love I expected to come welling up, Was locked up tight inside. “I can’t go on. This feels so wrong,” I told my Mum one day. And momma said the love would grow. We struggled through the worst of times. We made it through the days. We bound ourselves together for all time. Our mutual jokes were feeble but we were feeling love. And momma said the love would grow. The last few years have galloped by Since we struggled through the days. My little blond haired boy is now a man. Unlike, and yet alike, we share a bond of love. And momma said the love would grow.
25th January 2002
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