Gethin @ 21

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To Dad and me,
You’ll always be
Our little blondie bombshell,
Racing round and falling down,
Hoovering up along with Dad,
Becoming Harry Potter mad,
Helping out,
Our young apprentice,
Writing out huge lists for Christmas!
And how many times did you see,
Your favourite film, ‘Crocodile Dundee’?

Time flew by, you grew up
Loving scouts and CCF,
Turning into a great little chef,
Then leaving me for Canterbury;
And lately just to cap it all
Living with the indignity
Of driving a car called ‘Esme’
And I know you’ll think me rather cruel
But you still can’t beat your Dad at pool!

So far my son, you’ve been a ball,
I’ve loved it all,
You’re quite laid back,
Great sense of humour,
I’m sure you’re destined to go far
To me you’ll always be a star !

Happy 21st birthday.
All my love, Mam xxx

Copyright wordz2Go Feb 2015

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A Birthday Ode

You’ve come so far my lovely girl,
You’ve come so very far.
From timid tiny tot
Who wouldn’t leave my knee
To completing your degree.

I’m proud of you, I’m sure you know
And stand in awe of your thought-overflow:
I love your mind that bombs around
From the serious to the inane –
Like point-to-point inside your brain.
I can’t keep up as you progress
From one thing to the next,
From politics to philosophy,
From asparagus to broccoli,
Why Toberlone is shaped the way it is.
Who else could store eclectic facts
And trot them out to fill the gaps
In an otherwise boring day.

I couldn’t have a greater challenge
In my menopausal years
As my memory is fading
And my brain power is degrading,
To be tested every day
In your thought provoking way
Ensures I don’t go to rack and ruin.

Enjoy your birthday darling girl
Don’t lose your sense of fun,
You’re twenty five years old today
And I’m only twenty one!

Copyright wordz2Go 24th October 2014 

(Beth, 25 on 19/11/2014)

Beth’s 16th Birthday

My darling girl, you’re in whirl,
You’re suddenly sixteen!
Sixteen at last and running fast
To meet the world abeam,
But don’t rush so, the world will slow
If you dictate the pace to grow.

It seems no time since you were small
And quite determined not to crawl,
Things have changed I’m glad to say
For there is simply no easy way
That I could put you on my hip
For your birthday shopping trip!

The pushchair stage was just as bad
And made me wish that you would walk
But then again when walk you did
I rued the day when I got rid
Of a way that held you fast
‘Til the temper tantrum passed!

I’m pleased to say those days have gone
And I survived your childhood prom,
In fact you brought me up so well
I’m fully qualified to repel
The full arsenal of teenage hell,
So, bring it on!

To add to my maternal woe
I’m rather hoping you won’t go
Mad on cigarettes and sex.
They might be legal from today
But moderation is the way,
Unless a price you want to pay.

With tongue in cheek, I shall repeat
A quote to which I testify
“Sex is best with regular supply”
So find your man and plight your troth
And don’t ignite my moral wrath!

So far in life you’ve had a mix
Had your share of peer critics
Seen frustration and elation
Met the pain of separation,
Calmly dealt with each new find
With youthful elasticity of mind

You’re thoughtful, philosophical.
Inquisitive and caring,
Passionate, irrational,
With teenage angst despairing
Of poverty, democracy and social inequality.

You’re right to care, who else would dare
To questions God’s diversity!

Your singing is incredible
Your voice has depth, maturity
Feeling and congruency.
It won’t take much for you to touch
The stage of notoriety.
My advice to you would be, ignore the negativity,
Allow your dreams to pull you on,
Without a dream, life’s just not fun.

Step into your future child,
All your fears are vilified
Be strong in mind and thought and deed
And know that God will meet your need.
As you grow you’ll learn to know
The inner peace and sanctity
Of owning your integrity,
An open mind will set you free.

I know that you will surely have
A truly happy sixteenth day
I wish you joy, it will be fine,
For I am yours and you are mine.

God bless, love Mam. X

18 November 2005

For Beth

Happy birthday Beth, twenty four, hooray!
I hope you have a really lovely day.

It doesn’t seem long since you were a baby,
I rocked you in my arms and I thought, maybe,
Maybe, this child will see a fairer world;
I dared to dream as regimes unfurled.
I watched astounded as the Berlin Wall was torn apart
A symbol of tyranny destroyed at last,
I hoped and prayed that you would ingest a sense of this unrest,
And live a real life, surround yourself with those in need,
Be politicised, survive and rise above the greed.
I’m delighted you’ve grown into a caring person
Who will never be charged with political desertion:
You read widely to inform your view,
You refuse to stereotype and take your cue
From feelings deeply embedded and long thought through.
Happy Birthday Beth, I’m proud of you.
X

Copyright wordz2Go 19 November 2013