Dancing to Nat King Cole ...

While my dad was counting his bottles of beer, Anne put on Nat King Cole's Ultimate Collection -

Nat's silky voice filled the lounge -

My mum got up from the sofa and invited Anne to dance - 

In the WAAF, she'd been in demand as a good dancer - 

The handsome young captain with a moustache had smiled at her over the ops table - 

The war had freed her from service as a maid - the doctor's wife had called her Harding - 

The bombers in the skies bought glamour and music - 

My mum and Anne danced to When I fall in love - 

My mum's delicate bones remembered golden dances - 

15.45

Sunday 8 November 2015

Staunton Road

Havant