All My Love, Diana!

She's left a note on the kitchen table-
   "Dear Uncle and Aunt,
I know you've raised me from the cradle,
  but stay, I just can't.
I'm old enough now, and must leave.
   I'm sorry, please don't be grieved.

"I told you I'm a woman in love,
   but you laughed at me.
I hope that I can prove you were wrong,
   but I'm going to have to see.
You know that I love the both of you,
   I'm sorry, but I love him too.

"All my love, Diana.
Going to Indiana.
Write you if I can.
Please don't spoil my plans."

She crawls out of her bedroom window,
   suitcase in her hand.
Emotional pain and sorrow
   start to spoil her plans.
She starts to cry across the lawn,
   missing the first light of dawn.

Outside his fifty-seven pick-up, 
   waits at the curb.
He grinds the gears as he rev's it up
   not saying a word.
Then he asks her what the tears are for,
   asks her, if she's really sure.

"All my love, Diana.
We'll go to Indiana.
Write back when we can.
We're going to make some plans."

He assures her  that he loves her,
She moves up just a little closer,    
   and then he has his clue.
And as the miles of road pass by
   she falls asleep at his side.

She dream's forward of their life ahead,
   a gingerbread home.
Sharing and making his and her bed,
   of not feeling alone.
Watching the boys that look just like him,
   being a mother tho them.

Oh! Cooking their meals.
Oh!  How will it feel?
Oh! It has such appeal!

After a few months they've settled down,
   and both have fair jobs.
It's a nice apartment that they've found
   (in itself a job!).
She doesn't mind waiting tables,
   so long as she is able.

For the past two months she's missed her time,
   someone's on their way.
When she told him she thought he might mind,
   but it was okay.  
He said he'd would work a little harder,
   and hoped that she'd feel better.

And then her Aunt wrote,
here's a small quote
"All our love, Diana!
We'll visit Indiana!"

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