When discharged from the army
I was reluctant to join the dating scene,
I believed myself to be quite normal,
Mother begged to disagree
Mother kept herself busy
Searching for a potential mate,
When she said, “Look what I’ve discovered,”
I would back up fast—that wouldn’t be my fate.
She remarked “What about that girl in the choir?
The one with all the dark hair?”
I hadn’t noticed— “Does she have a name?”
“I think it’s Charlotte. I’ll inquire.”
We were introduced that very day,
Her name was Charlotte, Charlotte Ginn;
I liked her hair, her creamy-looking skin.
Mother opened her heart and took her in.
We didn’t start like wildfire
Her mother thought she could do better,
The future was too dim for some to see,
But in a year we would be married and living in “Big D.”
Tribute to a Matchmaker
24 February 2009 by Carol