Sonnet To Jordan

SONNET TO JORDAN If you saw Jordan as he is today You would not recognize the boy we knew. Back then he was a pest in every way (He even carved his name once on a pew) If there was mischief, he was always there. “He’ll not amount to much,” his teachers sighed. But yesterday, she saw him in the square, His wife and family by his side. The dense crowd hanging on his every word, Their parliamentary candidate. But, in her head, the only voice she heard Was an echo from an earlier date. Young Jordan, who had set her heart aflame. She still sits in that pew that bears his name