At The Tennis Club Car Park Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

I was parked up at the tennis club
Waiting for the coaching session to end.

A car backed in a few spaces down
And I saw that it was little Sally -
Rory's mum in her SUV

Shyly retiring, petite, exquisite.

She didn't notice me waiting.

Then Sophie, who had been there some time,
Walked over to Sally's open car window
And bent down to kiss the hairline above Sally's ear

So very tenderly - with oodles of awe and caring.

I had not expected such beauty there
My heart stood still.