The Sweetest Kiss Poem by Paul Reed

Scottish winds blew hard the rain
Across man’s neat-laid plans
Threw them into disarray again
Rattled windows, shook caravans;

And all along the famous green
Stood bold men waiting for their fate
Pride, fury and glory, caught atween
Clock re-set for Monday date;

The gusts blew one to the fore
A humble man, yet steely set
The claret jug not touched before
Awaiting acclaim and epithet;

Smiling, dignity and emotion to conserve
As the back-slaps and joyous hugs gripped
He had managed to keep his nerve
Stay calm, in control, tight-lipped

But behind the well-wishing crowds
Stood one, above all the rest
The one who had chased away his clouds
And inspired him to play his best;

Their eyes met and they embraced
His cool stature suddenly amiss
His emotions to the surface raced
As she planted the sweetest kiss;

He knew in that special moment
The enormity of what he had achieved
Not past winners’ dethronement
But the knowledge that she had believed.