For Roy And Daff Sage
I was commissioned to write this poem for Roy and Daff Sage, by their friends, and family. If you, or someone you know has a special wedding anniversary coming up, why not let me write a special personalised poem for them. It’s a gift that lasts forever!
For Roy and Daff Sage on your Fortieth Wedding Anniversary.
In a place called
Layton Cross,
There once lived a bachelor, Roy.
While in Dedham, Constable County,
Lived the lady who would fill him with joy.
When these childhood sweethearts locked eyes,
A new kind of love came to be.
A kind that the world would envy,
And would last for eternity.
They walked hand in hand in the sunshine,
And tenderly kissed after dark.
They danced, and laughed hard together,
When once they got locked in the park.
So smart in his RAF uniform,
Too strong for Daff to resist,
As Dartford’s first labour councillor,
He went right to the top of her list.
While Roy, left weak by the beauty,
Of a caring young nursery nurse,
Found his life suddenly filled with sweet music,
With poetry, and with verse.
One day she confided in aunty,
The truth she could no longer hide,
Roy had popped the yearned for question.
In Lawford Church, she would be his bride.
So, on a glorious day in April,
of nineteen-fifty-nine,
A young bride and her groom came together,
Declaring their love as divine.
With two souls intertwining,
And pure hearts beating as one,
They set off on loves great adventure,
With each other to depend upon.
Building a home for their family,
Son Andrew was soon at their feet.
Daughter Anne came some time later,
Their family was then complete.
And though times weren’t always easy,
solutions were not hard to find.
United in love and devotion,
Roy, and Daff soon found peace of mind.
As a team, they found laughter in sorrow,
And made sunshine out of the rain.
A hug brought a smile from their tears,
And a kiss saw the end of the pain.
Teaching and guiding their children,
To know right from wrong, and grow smart,
To be gracious and understanding,
And to love with a tender heart.
As the years flew by at great speed,
The children were soon fully grown.
Now, Andrew’s a master chef,
And Anne has babes of her own.
With the children now independent,
Roy relaxes and drinks well earned beers,
After spending the day in his garden,
With a trowel, and his pruning sheers.
While Roy gets ankle deep in the weeds,
Daff watches the soaps on the telly.
Then he comes in to drink home made brew,
That’s more like medicine, strong, and smelly!
When the credits have rolled on the soaps,
It’s down to the club for darts,
Where they stand with their feet on the oche,
And nearest the bull’s-eye starts.
After several glasses of white wine,
Daff takes her turn at the game.
Then she switches over to orange juice,
To soberly take her aim.
To steady his nerves for the action,
Roy lights up a cigarette.
Though to win or lose, doesn’t matter,
Life’s much too short for regret.
Now in Manningtree, Essex,
And honour life chairman for darts,
The honour they are most proud of is,
Life chairman of each others hearts.
When you gather these facts all together,
All who know them, are agreed,
That when Roy, and Daff said "I do,"
They were very wise Sage’s indeed.
Now, forty years on down the road,
They can say without too many fears,
That as love grows stronger, and stronger,
They’ve had so few regrets through the years.
As they go towards their future,
As they have done in the past,
They do so in tranquil knowledge,
That the love they have built, will last.
If time took them back to the beginning,
To live their lives over once more,
They would still chose to be with each other,
And live it all the same as before.
For Roy and Daff Sage, on your Fortieth Wedding Anniversary, is protected by copyright, and remains the property of the author, Amanda Jay Clark.