It's Never too Late
I thought to myself. What an odd feeling?
To look out at a crowd and think
they're here to see me.
I could certainly pack a house.
As a prairie boy from Saskatoon
it doesn't get any better.
I've been in front of crowds many times
but this time it was special.
Some of the people were friends and some
We were serving a lunch so this brings
out people who were sitting on the fence
concerning the topic for discussion.
The subject matter was not very exciting
and it was hard to know if I was making
Once the presentation was complete,
we opened the floor to some audience
participation for any comments people
The usual people stood up and made a
statement or two.
No one seemed to have an issue with the
program and there were a few kind words
thrown in my direction.
Then there was silence, which is deafening
in this environment.
Nothing worse than a long awkward pause.
People were getting antsy, after all,
there was the lunch.
We were about to conclude when a Lady
stood up and asked if she could speak.
As the topic was somewhat out of the realm
of what was usually said at these things,
she begged our forgiveness.
Since no one objected, she was given the floor.
I knew her. It had been awhile but there was
no denying it was her.
She started by saying her name was Nancy
and she loved me.
She had always loved me. I almost fell off
I had known her years ago but never suspected
there was anything between us and was
thinking this might not be the forum for such
She talked about our time at University and how we
would embark on late night study sessions and
early morning coffee runs.
She mentioned the way I would bite my upper lip
when faced with her latest variation of Kraft dinner.
I was starting to blush but for the first time
the crowd was really paying attention.
She said I was the only person she knew
unable to ride a bike.
She appreciated the late night phone calls where
we would lament on her latest dating disaster.
And told how I was color blind which brought her no
end of joy from picking out my outfit for bar night.
She was amused at my confusion on why so many
men were asking me to dance.
I was lost for words. My head was spinning.
Again she said I was the love of her life
and hoped she wasn't too late.
She was sorry she had never told me.
Anyways. She was in town and wanted to see me.
She hoped she hadn't stolen my thunder.
She knows how I like to make a good impression.
She sat down... looked at me and smiled.
Aside from being the guest of honor at my own
funeral... this was a very good day.
*For those who might be interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.
Copyright © David McHattie | Year Posted 2019
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