Mum and Dad

On top of my Mum and Dad’s ledge - covered in roses

made by my innocent hands - dates all wrong -

2009 not 2008 - but their love never changes not even their poses

my mum's smile so big and wide, hair hung with love, nice and long

my dad’s laughter can be heard even nine years later

together forever, never failing to smile

both hopeless in the kitchen - can’t even use a grater

both love hikes - as long as they are more than a mile

in the background the Opera House stands big and tall

a boy called Lloyd and a girl called Estelle

Mum's last name is Doran, but my Dad’s is Hall

their love would fill a never ending well