The Dawn Of My Father's Dreams

Photograph of my parents Wedding Day, June 11,1942.  Dad on a weekend furlough.
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It was June of nineteen forty-one, a moonlit starry night;
My father and his best friend Sam, were downtown Philly to see the sights!
They ended up at The Club Bali, to dance and watch the show;
But fate had a big surprise for Dad, that changed his lifestyle so!
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For he was a real smooth talker, always a girl upon his arm;
He dressed like Mr. GQ, all part of his vast charm!
He made a lot of money, bought and sold old x-ray film from hospitals;
He drove a brand-new Chrysler, his pockets always full!
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He knew the Maitre D there, so they got a front row seat;
The curtain raised, and out they came, two beauties with tap-shoed feet!
They called themselves “The Dawn Sisters”, my father’s eyes popped out;
For one of them made his heart pound, “Bravo”, he’d stand and shout!
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After their act had ended, he invited them to have a drink;
Their names were “Arlene” and “Sherry”, my father was on love’s brink!
For Arlene was so damn beautiful, the woman of his dreams;
And she also felt the same way, that they made a gorgeous team!
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The rest was unavoidable history, the “Dawn Sister” became Mrs. Ran;
He had found his wife forever, and she had found her man!
They never parted company, together for thirty-seven years;
Until too early, his heart gave out, then for twenty-six, my Mom shed tears!
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On a starry night
Dad saw a beautiful Dawn
And they fell in love