Brother George ...

My dad put down his fork - 

We used to go to the chapel at the end of Roadview every Sunday he said -

We'd sing in the chapel classroom - 

My mum and dad would drink a glass of beer - they couldn't afford more than that - 

Sometimes we'd get brother George to sing in the garden - 

He had a lovely voice - 

He joined the Portsmouth Players, but he was only five foot three, so he never played the lead -  

In the war he wanted to be a pilot, but there was something wrong with his ears - 

I remembered Uncle George singing at my wedding - 

I heard his golden voice in the surburban garden - 

The wedding guests fell silent - 

My uncle spread his wings of song - 

13.30

Sunday 10 July 2016

Staunton Road

Havant