Marching+Band+Romance

by Abigail Eggert

My mom was a girl from the north end of town, Frequently seen with her best friend, Patty, always wearing a smile instead of a frown. She was the fourth of five kids with a mother always cooking, She hoped that true love would find her but she wasn’t even looking.

On the same end of town, my father also resided, Swinging a bat and throwing a ball were skills that he prided. With his best friend in tow he gave life a whirl, Having fun, working hard, and looking for his perfect girl.

She was a brown-haired beauty with glasses round and red, He had sun-kissed skin and wavy, Leif Garrett type hair on his head. A boy and girl, the summer of 1978, They met at a playground then had their first date.

My mom twirled a flag and my dad blew a horn, Thank goodness they did or else I wouldn’t have been born. Band camps and competitions, their romance lasted all throughout school, They were practically inseparable; at Lebanon High School being in the marching band was very cool.

They had good times together: white-water rafting and dancing at the prom. There were bad ones too: my dad’s broken leg and the jealous girl who tried to run over my mom. It’s a good thing she missed so my dad could propose after the big dance, And so here I am, the product of a marching band romance.