An abecedarian poem about Rob's first and last love

A short distance away they lived from each other
Barely five minutes’ walk from his house to hers
Children in the same primary school, the two walked together
Dancing partners, he would not dance with any other,
Eleven years old, alas, soon time for him to move to secondary school
Friendship never forgotten, many love letters so precious
Girl and boy were punished when letters were discovered
Holding hands in the back of the classroom, dreaming of future plans
It’s time to move on, Robert’s school days come to an end
Joined the army, new life, progressed to rank of captain
Kissed and married another, raised two sons together
Loved his army career, dedicated soldier, promoted to major
Moved on to various parts of this country and foreign lands
New true love he found and with her set up a forever home
Owner of a motorbike, adventures and travels, both on motorbikes
Police career beckoned to him, army days were over
Question he was asked, where he wanted to be stationed
Rob bravely chose a rough and dangerous part of his city
Stating where the action is, that’s where he wanted to be
Together with his beloved wife, precious hours when not at work
United in love for one another, with hobbies, motorbikes and hikes
Vacations, various holiday destinations, devoted family times
Winter’s day in January, Rob was travelling to Police Headquarters
Xtraordinary premonition, beloved wife woke up and knew what happened
Year was 2002, motorbike skidded, tragic news, shock, grief, tears, laments
Zone cordoned off, fatal accident, engraved granite in church cemetery remains.

Another day would have been better for me. After all Tuesdays are my busiest days.

Brian had arrived unannounced with his arms full of magazines. Clothes and fashion magazines, sports magazines, but the ones I liked were the seaside magazines. Don't think I'd seen so many interesting magazines. Every page featured those large landlady types accompanied by a feeble little man. Fred only wore a Mexican hat and sandals. Gill was wearing even less. She posed without a care in the world.

How on earth had Brian got his hands on these magazines? In a charity shop perhaps or a car boot sale. Jumping to conclusions she did think he might have stolen them. Kathy wasn't sure how to react to this saucy material. She was a little nervous. Lavinia, her best friend had warned her years ago about Brian's secret life and strange hobbies. Maybe he was trying to be kind hearted as he knew that the hairdressers where she worked were always looking for new reading matter for the salon.