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Blind date


People often wonder how spouses, they did meet,

Did they see a stranger, a-walking down the street?,

My parents, at a Temperance Lodge, 

The date, the tenth of May,

Dad saw mum, then told his pal, 

"I have a date, today." 


They stayed together, thick and thin, 

Not saying ALL was smooth,

Love was strong as e'er had been, 

Their problems, they did soothe.


Myself and mine, I often tell, 

For us'twas a - "blind date" 

Now, NOT two strangers meeting 'cold',  

I'll tell you of OUR fate.


She worked in a Convention  Hall, 

While I helped with a group,

Who, visual problems did endure,  

My now wife, made the swoop.


I hadn't even noticed her, 

As service she did give,

We all have gifts that we do use, 

Us, to survive and live.


As our small group, convention o'er,

Did wait for taxicab,

To train station deliver us;

A chance she'd quickly grab.


She came real close and stuck her lips, 

On my surprised left cheek,

Then scarpered off, still shocked, I rose, 

This lassie, for to seek.


A few weeks aft' one delegate, 

Whose brother I knew well,

Revisited the centre for 

Another conference, swell.


She asked this man - { recall, he's blind } 

"Colin, do e'er you see?"

Replied he didn't, but he knew one, 

To pass message to me.


That person was his brother young, 

Who I looked after well,

In our church choir, though too, was blind, 

But sung his part  t'excel.


Next Sunday night, church service o'er, 

John's wife asked "did you tell"?

'pon mention'ng her name, 'nitially, 

It didn't ring a bell.


John mentioned the location, THEN, 

My memory fired full blast,

"Oh YES" said I, (recalled the 'peck',)

Not too far back, in past.


A few days aft, took bull by horns,

Did phone the place she dwelt,

Arranged a date for weeknight, though, 

Some trepidation, felt.


She never mentioned family, 

So thought, an only child,

With parents 'passed', she certainly, 

Was NOT one, acting wild.


Months later, 'bout November time, 

To parents; she'd me, invite,                             

When asked exactly where they lived,  

Thought, - was I hearing right?


"Kitchener", she me, informed, 

I'd never heard town name

"Where the heck is Kitchener?"  

I asked this girl of mine.

"Ontario" - "you mean CANADA?"

Surprise, but joy sublime.


Did NOT make visit THAT year, 

"Next year, if we still date, 

We'll make the trip for Christmas,"

Was what I, t'her did state.


Ten months did pass and did propose, 

But said We'll get engaged 

In Canada, my birthday 

And wed on yours, th'next year.


The calender I had NOT checked, 

But did A.S.A.P. 

Discovered "her" day, that next year, 

It was a Saturday. 





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