What in God’s name will the neighbours say the mother said as tears begin to fall?

Her son and his girlfriend sit side by side, only the son speaks she says nothing at all,

Now his father speaks for the first time, his blood is boiling and he begins to shout,

Fuck the neighbours and all belonging to them; it’s not as if they are not going to find out.

Maybe we should put it in the weekly bulletin, so they can all read about it after Mass,

Anyway if you two are going to get married, then they can all go and kiss my arse,

The mother then asks have you told her parents, the son replies sheepishly no not yet,

Holy divine Jesus said the father; by God son I certainly do not envy you that.

 

Her parents were very well to do; their son was boxing well above his weight,

This was never going to be an easy situation, they may even want her to terminate,

Of course that was never going to happen, this child must be given every chance,

Just because they are young, there is no excuse for anyone to take that stance.

No point in closing the door when the horse has bolted, this old saying comes to mind,

As he eases himself back down into his chair, his angry face turns to a little smile,

My parents will never allow us to get married; the girl cries her young heart breaking,

I just know that they will send me away, and when my baby is born it will be taken.

 

What happens next fills the boy’s heart with pride, when his father takes her hand,

He looks into her eyes and says as long as I live, this child will come to no harm,

As predicted the girl’s parents tried to send her far away from their young son,

She managed to sneak out that night and their new life living together had begun.

With a little help from his parents, they managed to rent a small house in their town,

Six months later into the small community, the miracle of a new baby was born,

A year after they got married in a quiet ceremony and settled into a new life,

Now let’s move twenty years forward, their boy has grown to fill them with pride.

 

The boy takes after his grandfather, good with his hands a confident tradesman,

He is certain to take over the family business; they already have plans to expand,

 As with the rest of his friends he likes to go out, nothing serious just the odd date,

During the week he works and attends night school, and trains with his team mates.

Girlfriends are few and far between, as he is well aware about his own creation,

 His mother’s side of the family are like distant cousins, they seldom get a mention,

They have long since left the little rented house, and built a fine house of their own,

The new workshop is just about completed, with the aid of a serious bank loan.

 

The grandfather now retired comes and goes to their workshop as he pleases,

His bond with his grandson is stronger than ever, with the new challenges he faces,

Lately however he seems to be a little off; his mind appears to be someplace else,

The work is still been turned out, and the boy is always grateful for his help.

One week later after closing the workshop, he drives the grandfather home,

Then he asks him and his grandmother to call to the new house a little later on,

When they arrive they find him and a girl sitting on the couch close together,

His son and his wife are shaking their heads, and the circle keeps turning forever.

 

 

 

 

 

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