I read the last few words and closed the book. Gemma-Rose sighed. She’d thoroughly enjoyed Anne of the Island.
“Anne married Gilbert after all. I’m so glad,” she said.
“What was wrong with Roy Gardner?” I asked.
“Well… he wasn’t very interesting. He didn’t have a sense of humour.”
“But he was poetic!” said Sophie. “And he gave Anne lots of beautiful flowers.”
I asked the girls if they’d prefer romance or a sense of humour.
“A sense of humour! Dad’s very funny. You are too which is just as well. Can you imagine if you didn’t find Dad funny?”
“I guess I’d find him annoying,” I agreed.
Romantic or interesting and funny? I guess my husband’s interestingly funny. I do sometimes long for romance though…
The other evening Andy was searching the bookshelves. “Have you any books of poetry?”
“I thought I’d read you a poem.”
I was a bit bemused but I suggested some poems and settled down to listen.
Andy found a romantic poem, one full of lofty and flowery words. He read it beautifully and then he looked at me. “Did you understand any of that?” I confessed I hadn’t. “I have no idea what that meant either,” he said. “I’ll try another.” The second was no better.
“I know!” Andy exclaimed at last. “I remember a poem: The Pied Piper of Hamelin. I’ll read that to you.” All went well. It wasn’t particularly romantic but we understood every word.
After the hundredth verse I remembered it was a very long poem. “Perhaps that’s enough for one night,” I suggested. “Why don’t we make some tea and find some chocolate and you can tell me about your day… and you can tell me some funny and interesting stories.”
Later I thanked Andy: “It was really lovely of you to read me some poems. It was very romantic.”
Romantic? Didn’t I say Andy wasn’t particularly romantic? I want to change my mind. A romantic person expresses their love in a visible manner... it's not all about flowers and poems. It's about doing whatever it takes to make someone happy.
Flowers and poems? Or interestingly funny conversations, sharing and listening and caring? Wouldn’t you also rather have a Gilbert Blythe than a Roy Gardiner?