Still Dad


You still fill
The same chair-sized space
You ever did – 
Your chair has gone but
I still see you stroll  
From room to room
With the usual smile 
On your face
Contemplating your next move
Of aged-wickedness,
I still hear your voice
Laughing at something
That’s tickled you,
Something no doubt
To share in the pub
But never in chapel,
I still feel your spirit watching
Over us as we 
Inevitably pack away
Your treasures
Carefully hoarded 
Over long years. 
I still love you
And miss you Dad and 
You still fill 
The same giant-sized role
You ever did.

Happy Birthday 

(c) wordz2Go 20th August 2021

Ashes to Ashes

My darling Dad,

Part of me goes with you and 

A part of you remains with me – 

You will always be

My big man,

My fixer,

The lifter of my spirits.

Nothing can ever be the same 

Though life will go on

And sweep me with it

Because it must.

I miss your hugs,

Your smiling face,

Your voice on the phone

But I won’t be alone

Because your love 

Continues to encompass me. 

Rest now

And smile, 

I’ll see you again

In a little while.

All my love,

Ang xxx

(c) wordz2Go 7th July 20th 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

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

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.

Raining Blessings

We bring you greetings
From the land of the web-footed
Umbrella-headed people,
We who have evolved to breathe
Rain instead of air;
Whose daily prayer
Is ‘Give us this day
Our daily shower’,
We carefully, pick the hour
To walk bare-headed,
Crouched over through
Wind and sideways rain
Searching for the first skein,
The promise of a rainbow
Spinning across the skies,
Lifting our head and our eyes.

This rain is our benediction,
Poured out abundantly
From an ever-gracious God,
Blessing us continuously
And conspicuously;
But what joy there is
When the mizzle-misted hills
Emerge through the sunshine –
Umbrellas closing,
Water-proofs away,
Impatiently on standby,
Awaiting another rainy day,
Another chance for God to say,
This is my country
And I will show my love
Raining blessings from above.

“When life gives you lemons …”

(c) wordz2Go 18 Oct 2020

Cartref

After 34 years
Of voluntary exile
We’re finally moving home,
Cupboards are emptied,
And rooms are bare
Just a small sofa and chair,
A couple of plates,
A TV and a bed,
Somewhere to lay my head,
We’ve picked and packed
And bubble wrapped,
Emptied garage and attic
Without dramatics
And now we’re ready to go!

With heavy heart
We’re leaving behind
Bethany and Gethin too,
But because you’re mine
I know you’ll be fine,
God’s plans for you
Are running true
You’re where you’re meant to be,
We love you both
But we’ve planned for this,
You’ve known it had to come,
The hiraeth’s strong
To be where we belong,
We’re moving out this week!

We’ll miss you both
But you know where we are
And with magic technology
It’s really not far,
We’re off to the mountains,
Can’t wait for the snow
But we’ve months in the valleys
‘Till the new house is a go,
We can’t wait to show you
The barn on the hill
We can’t wait for your visit
And to show you your room
We know you will love it
As much as we do.

We’ll see you in Wales
But for now it’s adieu
We’re heading off to pastures new,
The land of dragons
And Arabs in the road,
Sideways rain
Drumming on the roof
Necessitates a waterproof
To walk the dog or
Pop to the shop
Seemingly nonstop –
But we’ve got wellies
So we don’t care
And we’re hoping to see you there!

(c) wordz2Go 18 Oct 2020

Poppy Biers

When the flashy red
Of the poppy head
Has dropped and
Seed pods form,
When the last march
Has long passed
And poppies
No longer worn,
We’ll still recall
The bugle call
That drew boys
Over the top,
We’ll still recall
Them, one and all
Praying for war
To stop.

The graveyard womb
Makes poppies bloom
To die as men
Once died,
But the poppy seeds
Atoning deeds
Brings colour and life
And pride –
When the bugle call
That ended it all,
Repeats throughout
The years,
We’ll stop and stand,
Poppies on hand
To remember
Those poppies were biers.

(c) wordz2Go 18 Oct 2020

In grateful thanks to my two grandfathers who both fought – and survived.