Bohemian Rhapsody

The fierce tempest was working its way
to the quiet home of Mr.Grange.
As he sat mesmerised by the warm fire
burning in the silence of his home.
He sat alone recollecting the past.
When a smile came across his face
As he saw the old pictures of him and his missus.
The missus who loved him like no one else had.
The missus who touched him like no one else had.
She had been a bohemian rhapsody,
Full of life and effervescence.
Never once did anybody see her knit her brow.
Always smiling and cheerful,
She exuded an undying charm.
The town was all painted red
When the Mister married his Missus.
Champagne, confetti covered the floor
Songs of love and commitment
Played on the road.
Both were happy and content.
Until ten years into their marriage
And no children to their name.
The Missus went into depression and
Mr. Grange stopped playing his game.
The Missus' health began to fail.
And doctors tried their best to cure her.
But all she wanted was to hold her baby,
Hold her baby in her arms
with Mr. Grange beside her.
One fine day, a miracle happened
And the Missus experienced a certain pain.
When the doctors declared she was expecting,
She ran out to dance in the rain.
Her happiness knew no bounds
As she was finally to be a mother.
Making arrangements for its arrival,
Took up most of her time.
And Mr. Grange was delighted to see
His Missus in such a light and gaiety frame.
Nine months of anxious waiting
And the baby inside gave a call.
It wanted to come into the world,
To see the sun, the moon and the stars,
It beckoned to see them all.

But alas!
The baby's advent into the World
Led to its mother's departure from the same.
Mr. Grange couldn't believe his fate.
He held the tiny baby in his arms
And began to weep.
The love of his life just left him,
And left him with her dream...
The fire in the hearth began to wane,
The room becoming all dark,
And the cold began to get to Mr. Grange.
As he got up to relight the fire,
a warm hand rested on his shoulder and
bade him to remain seated.
With the fire now lit and the house all cheery,
Mr. Grange saw a familiar face.
His little one had grown up now.
And in the affectionate light that emanated,
He saw none other than, his bohemian rhapsody.