1976...
by
Doris Ray

Yes, I remember your wedding
In 1976, you say it was?
Second marriage for you both
no need for a reception.
But in those days
we celebrated
everything
with cases of beer, a jug of wine
Guitars, banjos and a fiddle
Old time music in your
Eight by 40 trailer
Before you put on that addition

The phone rang the next morning
A woman’s voice, thin, querulous,
Scratchy from cigarettes,
She’d been accused of unseemly behaviour.
“Did I make a play for your husband?”
She asked timorously.
“Oh yes- you were all over him,” I replied.
“What! Oh no!”
“You tripped over his big feet
When he was playing his guitar.”

Oh yes, that was a good party

Back in 1976.