My Dad had cancer
And from the moment
He had to succumb
It was thirteen years
Before heart failure
Was to take my mum
She was so unhappy,
Partly because
His passing left her
numb,
But not only that,
She was angry because
She was the lonely one
He wasn’t supposed
To go first, he was
supposed
To mourn mum
So, at her funeral
I smiled to myself
Even though I was
glum
Thinking about them
Reuniting and the
bollocking
That was to come
The greatest friend I ever had,
Since I was still just
a little lad
To this very day is my
Dad
Look after her
While you still have
her
For there will be no
other
So, cherish her
And appreciate her
For no one can replace
your Mother
When children leave the family home
No matter where the
children roam
Despite the passing of
the years
Its mum they want to
wipe away the tears
When the world slaps
them in the face
They head straight to
that one special place
Where the door is
always open wide
Where they know they can
safely abide
Safely ensconced in
that special place
That is a mother’s
warm embrace
I loved her right from the start
Willingly gave her all
my heart
And when she walked
down the aisle
I could do nothing at
all but smile
When we moved into our
flat
I thought to myself,
that was that
Once we had our home
together
We would just grow old
together
Then I saw the
pregnancy tester
When she had reached
the first Trimester
And then came another
level of joy
We would have a little
girl of boy
Now I may have tended
to fuss
My devotion may have
been uxorious
But she was all
important in my life
So, I fussed around my
primiparous wife
And when the great day
finally came
We still hadn’t even
settled on a name
But our daughter
blessed our union
And I had two loves to
dote upon
Sights, sounds, smells, taste and touch
It’s
funny the things that cause the memories to arise
When
all of a sudden memory of my Brother flood back
It’s
Barry White, Wine gums and Apple Pies
Sights, sounds, smells, taste and touch
It’s
funny the things that cause the memories to awake
When
all of a sudden memories of Dad flood back
It’s
Pipe tobacco, Geraniums and Madeira Cake
My Dad had cancer
And
from the moment
He
had to succumb
It
was thirteen years
Before
heart failure
Was
to take my mum
She
was so unhappy,
Partly
because
His
passing left her numb,
But
not only that,
She
was angry because
She
was the lonely one
He
wasn’t supposed
To
go first, he was supposed
To
mourn mum
So,
at her funeral
I
smiled to myself
Even
though I was glum
Thinking
about them
Reuniting
and the bollocking
That
was to come
Sights, sounds, smells, taste and touch
It’s
funny the things that cause the memories to awake
When
all of a sudden memories of Mum flood back
It’s
Abide with me and Date and Walnut cake
I remember like yesterday
That cold and crispy morn
And just how proud I felt
On the day my son was born
In Norwich at my local pub, I sat
After a pint and a couple of gins
And contemplated relationships
With my muckers for their sins
“I’m divorcing my sweetheart
And soul mate” I tell my friends
“There will be no animosity” I add
“And we will always stay cousins”
I do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when Ben
Doesn’t
listen to advice
Goes
his own way
And
then in the end,
Does
what I suggested anyway
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when Josh leave’s something at school
His
jumper, his shirt, his shoes
Yesterday
it was his P.E. kit
Today
he lost a shoelace
Tomorrow
will be something else.
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when Sam has a paddy
Stamping
his feet
Banging
the floor with his fists
And
blames everyone,
Except
himself
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when a constant stream
Of
your friends ring the doorbell
Seemingly
endlessly
A
dozen times in an afternoon
Every
afternoon
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when you misplace reading books
Or
homework or letters from school
And
I have to search
And
I find them
Where
I told you to look
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when you don’t shut doors
Or
cupboards
Or
drawers
You
don’t hang your coats up
Or
put your slippers on
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when you leave
Dirty
sports kit in your schoolbag
And
half a sandwich in your lunch box
When
you want to go outside when it’s raining
And
watch TV when it’s sunny
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when you leave clothes on the floor
School
bags in the hall
Coats
on the sofa
Shoes
on the stairs
Sock’s
everywhere
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when I have to wake you up
Every
school day morning
And
you wake up at six am
On
Saturday and Sunday
And
you wake me up as well
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when you won’t go to sleep at night
When
you mess about and talk
Or
when you bicker and fight
And
when you’re told to stop
You
say OK and carry on
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when you leave lights on in every room
Or
you leave the TV on
The
computer and the PS2
And
you’re all playing football
Outside
with your friends
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when you have a bath or shower
And
there’s more water on the floor
Than
there is in the bath
And
you leave wet towels on the floor
And
the soap in the bath
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do,
Even
when I shout at you
It’s
not that I don’t love you
But
the Wisdom of Solomon
And
the patience of Job
Sometimes
just aren’t enough
I
do love you kid’s
Honestly,
I do.
Rouged cheeks
And blood red lips
Varnished nails
And tattooed flesh
Dyed sculptured hair
And black shadowed brow
Who are you?
All pierced and painted
And what have you done
With my lovely daughter?
When I bought my house
My parents kindly helped me
And now I really can’t
Thank them enough - apparently
You couldn’t really call him Superdad
For
most of the time he drives us all mad
He’s
not been blessed with xray vision
In
swimwear he earns jeers of derision
He
can’t leap buildings in a single bound
Nor
can he tread softly without a sound
He’s
not generous with our pocket money
We
laugh although his jokes aren’t funny
He
isn’t svelte or toned or even very fit
Nor
is he faster than a speeding bullet
He
can’t climb tall buildings like a bug
And
all his waistbands are far too snug
He
thinks he can dance and carry a tune
And
he often falls asleep in the afternoon
He
wouldn’t be mistaken for a superhero
But
we’d never sell him for “mucho deniro”
We
wouldn’t really change him I suppose
Even
though he dresses in funny clothes
A
lot of the time he does drive us all mad
But
at the end of the day, he’s not a bad Dad
