Fish & Chips

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I’d bring you flowers,
If I could,
But as I can’t –
I’ll fly you to the moon and back
For fish and chips for tea,
With white bread and real butter –
Naturally!
Anything, to see your face
Smiling at me,
Reassuringly;
But it cannot be.
So I’ll cherish your memories
Tightly within me,
Conjure up your face internally
To connect super-humanly
On Mother’s Day
Just to say,
Thank you for loving me.

(c) wordz2Go March 2020
For Mam : Pamela Joy Cook (Phillips)

My Friend Cys

My legs are crossed,
‘Till I sprint to the loo –
Hoping to get there in time;
It’s a pain to pee
But it wouldn’t be me
Without this odd infection.

Elastic leggings are handy
When you’ve drunk
An ocean or two,
It makes you pee more
But there’s less on the floor
To mop up in the morning!

She’s not a friend,
By any means,
In fact, the less I see her,
The better –
Believe me, there are days
I wish I’d never met her!

I’ve built up resistance
To my favoured antibiotic,
If a new one’s not found
I’m destined to be
The old lady who pees
And goes a tad psychotic!

(c) wordz2Go January 2020

Look Forward

Look forward
Not back –
Stop building walls,
Grab life by the balls,
Dive in and float
While you figure out
What’s next,
Adapting your stroke
To the boulders you meet,
Glide over them with disdain
Allowing the pain
To leave you
Immune to defeat.
Set your course
Avoiding those
Who pull you down,
Grind you into the ground,
Travel on,
Do all the things
You planned to do,
Be you.
Joy and happiness
Are a witness
To living life
Gloriously fulfilled.
This is my plea
For 2020:
Look forward,
Not back,
May the waterfalls
Inspire you,
To swim without fear,
Enjoy your year.

(c) wordz2Go 31 Dec 2019

The Shy Little Girl

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The shy little girl
Who cried and cried
And wouldn’t leave my side,
Didn’t like playgroup
Or starting school,
Held pencils tight like a tool
To attack the page,
Tongue sticking out
In concentration –
Today,
This girl had a graduation!
Now a fully fledged teacher
With a staffroom mug,
A playground coat
And a bulging bag!
We are so proud
To shout out loud
CONGRATULATIONS
To Bethany-Ellen,
To your Dad and me
You’ll always be
Our shy little girl
With the pretty curls.

(c) wordz2Go 12 Dec 2019

Welsh Love

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Love born on sunny days
With swallow’s wings
Flitting in summer skies,
Is a love that belies
The realities of life
Where fragility
Cannot last,
Is only good when
Winter has passed.

Love born in sweet
Welsh rain
Will not wash away
When troubles play,
But will gently
Appease your fears,
Calm your mind
And sooth your soul,
For this love binds,
With arms long enough
To hold you close,
To find delight
Through wrong or right,
Through good times or bad,
Whatever the season
This love flowers and grows
And can only deepen.

Enjoy this,
Your special day,
Making your vows
To have and to hold
From vigour of youth
Until you grow old,
Look out for each other,
Take time to just be
For time is a thief,
The enemy,
Of spending time
In love’s company.
In years to come
You’ll remember today,
A beautiful bride
And her husband to be
Pledging love and unity.

Cerys and Ryan:
A wise old lady said to me
Que sera sera
What will be will be –
You are not yet
Who you may become,
Two will be stronger
Than ever one can
Your love will strengthen
From this day on,
Summer swallows may fly away
But the love between you
Is here to stay.

(c) wordz2Go July 2019
Specially for my niece, Cerys Hinton, on her marriage to Ryan Parfitt

Born Again Knees

Have spent a few weeks helping do up the Manse for our new minister – here’s an update:

My once proud nails
Are tattered and torn
My knees awaiting to be reborn,
While batwing arms
Are nicely toned
From hours of painting
And rubbing down,
My hip is hurting
From funny positions on ladder
And ground.

The bath and the shower
Both work fine,
Sink and toilet are now aligned,
So you won’t have to plunge
Downstairs in the night.
The bath taps run hot and cold
But please remember left from right –
‘Cos, blue and red
Have been transposed,
It’s just a plumbing oversight!

The pan drawers work
The electrics are safe,
All bulbs replaced,
All lives wire now benign!
No holes in the ceiling
Or in the floors,
No wallpaper’s peeling,
All rooms have doors,
The work’s moved on
But my knees are aching!

There’s more to do
I can’t deny
More rooms to prettify,
But brush and paint and
Volunteer spirit
Working together
Will help to blitz it.
Pity about my swollen knees
Pray for them,
I beg you please!

(c) wordz2Go Aug 2019

Thelma Joan Mary’s Rainbows of Hope

We lost my lovely Aunty Joan a couple of weeks ago, on 9th April, my mother’s second oldest sister and a very special aunty.  Aunty Joan was 96, had a very happy life and passed away surrounded by her immediate family in her own bed.  She was mentally alert to the end but her body had had enough and she was ready to go to heaven and see her sisters.   I’ve never know anyone else with her capacity for patience and love for others, I was privileged to be a niece of hers and to have a strong bond with her.  Aunty Joan  loved nothing better than to tell stories about the family and we loved to listen to them time and time again – I wrote this for her last year but added the last verse specially to read at her memorial service.  God bless you Aunty Joan, give Mam a hug from me xxxx

The keeper of stories –
Old enough to know,
With answers to share
And secrets to keep,
Who, in-between sleep,
May divulge a tale or two
Of times gone by.
The keeper dips into
The well of family lore
To bring forth a story
At the end of the rope
Spinning rainbows of hope
Between the clouds
On a rainy day.

The stories are old,
All heard before,
Every word is known,
Yet a joy to hear,
A treat for the ear,
Building memories
To pass on.
Our lives are richer
For the stories heard
The past made present
To be viewed anew
And talked through,
Again
And again.

Stories that weave
Time and place,
Setting the scene:
Lady Beynon, Aunty Mag a Tan,
Boper Saran, Kippers from the Isle of Man!
Worry not, the keeper is safe,
Her stories are too,
Passed on to me and to you.
She loved us all
And her joy
Shines through –
Past and present merge,
Family yarns preserved
In the Keeper’s unique
Rainbows of hope.

(c) wordz2go Feb 2018
Revised 29 April 2019

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.”