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Erin
My Pride And Joy.
 My Brother and I  We grew up together, my brother and I, He fun, he was laughter, to me who was shy. He'd help and advise me whenever I asked, His affection was genuine, so truly unmasked. We got married the same day,in seventy nine, On a day bright in August, in dazzling sunshine. Sadly his marriage it ended so soon, After less than a year in the sweet month of June. The first one he came to, with tears in his eyes, For kindness and comfort, which was no surprise. And so for each other, we always were there, To show of our closeness, and how much we'd care. To all of my children, Godfather was he, And his pride in their childhood, I clearly could see. To them he has always been very best friend, With a genuine kindness, no need to pretend. He has married again, and his family's grown, Step children he fathers with love like his own. He cares for his wife with a caring decree, And a love in his heart which the whole world can see. As I look at him now with such pride in my eye I am glad we are close, yes, my brother and I. If ever he needs me, I'll always be there, Showing I love him and showing I care. I truly can say, hes not like any other.. And inside me such love, for my own dearest brother. The Nan I Never Knew.  My Grandma's name was Lilian, The one I never met, But I have heard such tales of her, Such tales I wont forget. She entered into Paradise In nineteen forty seven, The angels opened up their arms, And lifted her to heaven. Apparently I'm just like her So my Mother says- She had a eaceful nature, And so many of my ways. This is my dedication, With all my love, it's true, To a very special lady, The Nan I never knew. Weep Not  Weep not my boys, just dry your tears For you, I’ve cared so many years. Do not grieve now, no sadness take, Just love each other, for my sake. Just care, as I have cared for you, And love each other, deep and true, For I’ll be here to calm your sorrow At least until tomorrow. Where did my yesterdays go?  Where did my yesterdays go? Gone in a twinkling I know... Yet I cannot deny However I try, The feelings which hide down below. Why didnt we just say goodbye? As I watched from the corner of eye I just thought that you slept So right past you I crept, I wasnt to know that you'd die. I miss every hair of your head The comforting words that you said So much we could share An inseperable pair, To follow the path that you led. Inside me a feeling so sad Of the memories sweet that we had Now all gone in the past It just wasn't to last..... How I love you, and miss you, dear Dad. |
Jack Watch over me - ( with love ).
Christmas 2011
Bluebells For Nan.  There once was a lady who I never met She was special, and dainty and good, With a heart of pure gold, so I have been told, I'd have met her if only I could. With sadness I say, she was taken away, In the year of nineteen forty seven, They took her away, one cold April day, And they lifted her right up to heaven. This lady was special, the salt of the earth And her parting was hard and prolonged, She was in a great pain, but she didnt complain, Yet all knew where she really belonged. The angels they took her to dine now with them In a place where there just isnt pain, But in tales that are told, she will never grow old, In my heart she will always remain. In her last weeks of life she was nursed through her pain As at home in her bed she did lay, She was never aware, soon she wouldnt be there, That her lifetime was slipping away. She was my Grandmother, loved like no other Although in our lives we'd not met, Her life comes alive, on old tales I do thrive, And I'm sure I've not heard them all yet. As she lay in her bed, on the wall it is said Was a painting of bluebells in spring, She would watch all the flowers, for endless long hours, And asked for my Mother to bring... The painting much closer, within her near view Which my Mother did so with much pleasure, And she reached out as she could, to the flowers in the wood, And touched each of the blooms like a treasure. She told how she had, on the days she was sad Walked in the woods every day, Every bluebell she picked,just as I would predict, As in bed she had quietly lay. So the years did move on, I had babes of my own I drove back to the town of my birth, I went back there that day, to the place where she lay, And stood there surrounded by earth. As I knelt for a prayer, in the warm summer air It was the closest that we'd ever be, I laid bluebells for Nan, spread out like a fan, And hoped that from Heaven she'd see. Rest In Peace Lilian Pegler, my beloved Nan. Posy Of Rosebuds  It captured each emotion of my happy wedding day, Each tiny silken rosebud within my brides bouquet. I carried it with dignity, upon my Father's arm, Giving me away for marriage, with happiness and charm. At every anniversary, I'd take it out to see What pleasant recollections would all return to me. I'd finger every rosebud I'd carried up the aisle, Each petal was a memory, causing me to smile. The years each held their story, of sons whom we gave life, So very much happened since I became a wife. Each year I touch the rosebuds, now faded with the years, Recalling happy laughter, the sunshine and the tears. My Father, he has gone now, and when I said goodbye, I picked a little rosebud from my silken Brides bouquet. I laid it in the coffin of my dearest, precious Dad, Beside the silken lining which framed his sleeping head. I told him that I loved him, a thing I'd seldom tell, As I kissed his precious forehead to wish a fond farewell. I hold the other rosebuds to remember times I've had... Always remembering the missing rose, in heaven with my Dad. For My Mam  All my life you cared for me, of that I'm truly sure, Raising me, along with Dad, I always felt secure. You gave to me such hopes and dreams,of what I could become.. A writer, a philosopher, a traveller, a Mum. With all of my endeavours, you'd praise me to the end, And you became my confident, my very closest friend. You nursed me through some fevers, through many aches and pains, You shared with me your wisdom, your affection and your brains. And now the tide is turning, and after all these years, It's time for me to care for you, and nurse you through the tears. My pleasure now to care for you, the way you did for me, And this I do with joy inside..of that I guarantee. For nobody did more for me, more than any other, Than that which you bestowed on me, my own so dearest Mother.
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