Father(less) Day

Dad

How to manage Father’s Day
When you can’t send a card
Or a bottle of wine,
There’s no twinkly eyes
Or a jokey punchline, 
No gravelly greeting
As you come downstairs,
Emotional overload
In his empty chair.
We have to accept
The things we can’t change 
But Father’s Day without Dad
Is eerily strange.
Throughout the years
He gave so much love 
So while I’m below
And he’s up above
I’ll feel grateful today
That I was his daughter,
I was so lucky –
No Father’s Day pauper.
His spirit lives on 
Right here in his home 
His love tangible 
In the words of this poem.

(c) wordz2Go 20th June 2021

Dedicated to Ron Cook
20/08/1928 – 02/06/2021

Facing the Music

Forced to face mortality
Before strictly necessary,
Enjoying life –
Doing what you wanted to,
Though you knew
At 92 years young,
Facing the music was inevitable.
I thought I’ve have you 
Another year or two
And now you’re scared,
Tearful, acknowledging
You could die,
Losing confidence,
Aging perceptablity 
Right in front of me
While I ignore reality.

(c) wordz2Go 21st March 2021

Sure as Eggs

Coming home from work
You’d swing me round,
Lift me off the ground,
No matter how tired you were,
You thought it was funny,
It was our joke,
A routine;
Sure as eggs.

A long time ago
Yet fresh in my mind
Like the time
You came into school
With lunchbox and flask
To comfort my tears – 
I see your touseled hair,
I see you standing there,
In your blue overalls 
Leaning against the door,
Smiling at me, reassuringly.

But then – 
You’ve always rescued me,
Sure as eggs.

(c) wordz2Go 1st April 2021

Alone

Alone,

You hung naked

And torn,

Whipped and scorned 

And in that moment –

Between heaven and earth,

Truly alone; 

More so than I can ever be –

“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”

You had to bear

The pain and agony

To offer us eternity;

Almighty God,

As Jesus Christ,

A man who died

In game-plan mode,

A God whose love just overflowed.

(c) wordz2Go 2nd April 2021

Ode to Aunties

An ode to all my aunties
Today this Mother’s Day,
You were all so special
In oh so many ways,
You loved me and nagged me,
Brought me up to see the light,
‘Cos I was always wrong
And you were always right!
To Thelma Joan Mary,
Dulce Margaret, Violet Mo,
To Glennis Maud, Gwyneira Brenda,
Marjorie Muriel and Ethel Glo,
I loved you all in different ways
You all helped me to grow,
You chased me with a slipper
And taught me how to sew,
You clipped me round the ear
When I stepped out of line,
You loved me through thick and thin
So I knew that you were mine,
You showed me how to belly-laugh,
Helped me find a job or two,
You showed me how to knit
Keeping stitches straight and true,
You told me family stories,
You typed for me before PC
You laughed, you cried, you hugged,
You danced and scolded me
And I’ll never forget the advice
Received on my wedding day,
No need to shave my legs
The ball is still in play!
I thank you all for rearing me,
And I loved my mother Pam,
But on Mother’s Day, of all the days,
I my extended Mams.

(c) wordz2Go 14th March 2021

Wales v. Scotland 2021

The war cry has sounded,
The game’s begun,
We’ve sung for our country,
Emotions undone!

The ball’s in play –
Penalty points,
We’re doing ok, 
But First AND Second try to Scotland,
It’s going their way,
Wales are under the cosh,
The games running away.
Come on Wales,
You turned up to play!

[Half time] 

A game of two halves,
Wales are back in the lead,
But Scotland’s not done,
The threat’s very real,
Scottish try, then Welsh,
Just 5 mins to go,
We’re one point ahead,
Can we get any more?
That’s it, it’s all over,
The battle is done,
Scotland’s defeated
And Wales has won!

Pundits will replay
Every blow to the joints,
The rights and wrongs
Of every point,
But a win’s a win
And we’re two for two – 
Come on Wales,
A Grand Slam’s overdue!

(c) wordz2Go 13 Feb 2021 

The Big 6-0

On this birthday-day I’m thankful for much
The loving touch,
The joy and wishes from family and friends,
My husband for making it special
Even though now I’m a collectable,
My daughter and son for thoughtful gifts
And no wiscracks about stairlifts,
It’s been breakfast-in-bed and champagne-lunch,
Moving on to afternon tea – 
Plenty of treats on my special day,
Things to do and things to play,
But thanks most of all to the alcohol,
The Verve Clicquot,
The youthful fountain of pink gin and ice
Making lockdown 60 bubbly and boozy, and pink-ily nice.

In this year of years
I’m happy to embrace
The big 6-0 right in the face:
May the gin flow freely
‘Round my wheelchair wheelie,
Growing old disgracefully,
Living it large for thee and me –
May the Lord grant me years to come
And may all big numbers be undone,
So next year I’ll be 21!

(c) wordz2Go 4 Feb 2021 

Patience

Pandemic slow-down, life in rebound,
Slow-motion days
While minds play;
Racing, restless, shamelessly demanding
Answers to prayer that do not come.

Patience.
Two syllablesof irksomeness
Revving the brain-squall of fractiousness,
The caffeine-fuelled maddness of life.
Patience.
Annoyingly, it cannot be said fast,
In any accent, it’s pregnant with pause,
A purposeful word.
Patience.

Enforced quietude, life in solitude,
Time for prayer, not despair;
Ardently, purposefully, in undemanding faith,
In Spirit-led strength of hope,
Pray – and peace will come.

Patience.

(C) wordz2go Jan 2021

New Year’s Eve 2020

The sorrows of this year
Are due some tears,
We’ve loved and lost,
Suffered unbearable pain
Watching a virus
Seemingly unconstrained.
So much untimely death
Brought into our homes:
The victims, the heros,
Politicians blamed,
Conspiracies abound
Facebook experts declaim.
A year to forget –
2020 – be gone!
We need to feed our hope,
To be consoled,
To plan for a future
Regain temporal control;
To be normal again
Without the ‘new’,
For simple things,
A hug and a kiss,
Human touch –
The things we miss.

Here’s to next year,
It has to be better,
So throw off the old
Take hold of the new,
Look forward again
And May God be with you.

(c) wordz2Go 31 Dec 2020

NoZoom@TheInn

May you and yours be safe and close
This Christmas Day,
Tell how much you value them
In your life today.
This year is different from every
Christmas past,
People missing, traditions broken,
Plans hastily redraft.
Yet hope abounds in darkest times,
You’ll see it if you try –
It’s family quiz on Zoom or Skype,
Or dropping shopping supplies,
Bin men dressed as Santa
With Rudolph running by,
Insta-cards, on-line advent,
Homeless warm and dry.

Focus on the positives,
The things you still can do:
Bring out the Monopoly,
Play a game or two!
Celebrate the weird presents,
Drink the Sherry dry,
Leave no cheese to be unturned,
The Ritz are nearby.
Grit your teeth and smile awhile,
Kids creating noise,
Prancing, dancing round the room,
Squealing at new toys,
Sugar-highs from chocolate mice,
Liquorice lace and candy joys,
But kids are kids at Christmas time
So in all the noise, rejoice!

Pop outside to take a break,
The night is clear and bright,
The Bethlehem Star is shining
To show God’s love tonight,
This same star once hung
Above an inn with no Zoom
God came down to be with man
‘Though none could find him room;
The only people present
Were the poor as God live-streamed,
No iPhone to record the birth
As angel armies beamed,
No auto-text en-masse to man
No Instagram no Story dreamed,
Just FaceTime original,
God, with man, revealed.

(c) wordz2Go 24 Dec 2020

John 1 : 1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was with God in the beginning. 3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.