I wrote this poem to celebrate my first book. It remained in my draft folder, until now.
Three men have families full of much joy,
They watch a school play, which they do not enjoy,
Their wives are quite different, and one is upset,
Their children are sometimes half full of regret.
The sons tell a part of the story indeed,
They all find a course in which they hope to succeed,
One daughter is affected by events in the past,
And the family bonds, well they don’t always last.
Emotions are rife in this dramatic tale,
Of friendship, romance, loss and apparently betrayal,
The characters laugh and cry and dwell,
Their consciences often narrating the story they tell.
Here is a recent post I write about the process of conceiving this story: