Poems & Writings

Little Billy came alone to church one day,
His daddy dropped him off and drove away.
He walked inside with a nervous kind of smile,
And then meandered slowly down the aisle.
He found a seat and breathed a heavy sigh.
He sat all alone and then he wondered why
His mom or dad always left him at the door,
But didn’t seem to want to get involved in more.

He wished he could reach out and hold his father’s hand,
Or, when they sang a hymn, his mom would be there to stand.
And all of them could sing and praise the Lord,
And all of them could hear God’s holy Word.
He would be so proud to have both of them there,
Of all his hopes, he wished they were aware.

He prayed that they would come and hear the pastor pray,
Listen to the singing of the choir, and hear the organ play.
He found a lot of joy in all these things,
And he wanted his mom and dad to know the peace God brings.

He would be so proud to be like Johnny Bundy,
Whose parents always brought him every Sunday.
Johnny’s little sister always sat beside him in the pew,
Billy wanted his family to be there to worship too.

But he knew his mom and dad were busy as could be,
And probably neither one of them could see
That it’s so nice when families join together
And come to church and worship with one another.

Lord, please make my daddy dear to see
That I would like him to be seated here with me.
And I pray that You could help my mom to understand
That I need her by my side to hold my hand.
And if someday the two of them were here,
I’d say, “Thank You, Lord,” for answering my prayer.

It takes a heap of time for us to learn about living.
It takes a lot of years for us to learn to be forgiving.
And we seem so slow to learn about the golden rule.
Our heads are thick and most times we act just like a fool.

God taught us in the Bible about loving one another
and to care for each other like a sister or a brother.
A mother who’s devoted gives all she has to give
and that is just the way God wants us each to live.

Why is it that almost everywhere we trudge,
we find reasons somehow for picking up a grudge.
We’ll find our peaceful life in jeopardy and danger,
if we allow our hurts to nourish all our anger.

So, take that “no vacancy sign” down from your heart.
Let Jesus come to live there and never depart.
He showed us by example the way that we should live
and also, that receiving is not as blessed as to give.

We can find that way to having joy in everything we do,
if we keep the order of our life, Jesus, others, you.

It doesn’t take a lot of nerve or spunk or grit,
if we let Jesus help us, I know we all can do it.

She grew up on the Bay of Fundy Shore
Lived there all her life and what is more,
she loved it there with all her heart
and from that place never wanted to part.
She loved all of its beaches, each beautiful view.
Each day she discovered all its beauties anew.
Its skies and its trees and all of its land.
She knew every bit of it, all first hand.
Of it, she never grew weary, tired, or bored
And every inch of it she sincerely adored.

In her life she knew what it meant to struggle and strive
and just how difficult it was to survive.
She always pressed on with what each day brought
and never complained with what was her lot.
Oft times, she worked many hours a day
and she just glugged along….that was her way.

She married and was always a helpmate, a treasure
and gave all she had in very full measure.
She knew what it was to bring up two sons.
She was extremely proud of each one.
She loved them both dearly and always was near
If either of them had a problem or care.
She knew the sorrow and grief that the loss of one brought
But in the web of self-pity and despair was not caught.
Though her heart was broken, she just carried on
She held her head high though her boy was gone.

Her grandchildren brought her joy beyond compare
she loved all three, and found each one so dear.
And when her great-grandchildren came along after
She felt that God in heaven had really blessed her.

If she liked you, you were always a friend
and she’d stand by you always, right to the end.
She had a good sense of humor and time for laughter
her good nature will be remembered now that she’s gone, and long after.

When her husband passed on, she felt alone but not lost.
She would survive whatever the cost.
She wouldn’t give up or sink down in sorrow
But looked ahead with hope for a bright day to-morrow.
Through all the illnesses she’d had in her life,
The pain and the suffering, and all of the strife
Long days in hospital, confined for weeks to a bed
Never caused her to hang down her head.
She looked ahead always with courage and hope
You would never hear her say she was at the end of her rope.

She was a woman with a very strong spirit,
whatever came up she always could bear it.
Her friends call her Gladys, Elizabeth, or just plain Liz —
This little woman was really a whiz.
She looked ahead always with courage, not fear
For she always knew that her Saviour was near.
She leaned on His strength, and He’s taken her hand
and led her to a happier land.
He’s prepared for her a most perfect place —
She’ll spend eternity in Heaven, by His wonderful Grace.

This cake is a small token
But it’s our way to make it spoken
How we feel about you being very kind —
People like you, these days are really hard to find.

May took me driving to the park
When my spirits were quite dark
And so I feel I really want to say
Your thoughtfulness gave me a bright & special day.

Another time you took us driving
With Will’s troubles we’d been striving
We walked through the park and down along the sea
And it really meant a lot to Will and me.

You even took us to the Waz, for a little view —
That was a special thing for you to do.
I had not been there before, it was something new.
It was nice to spend the time with you.

Once through the year one other kind deed
You extended to us when we were in need.
Our car was at home, but you came through —
You drove us to the valley, nothing else would do.

We really think you are the best kind of folks.
If you were eggs you’d be Grade A, with double yolks.
If you were grapes you would make the finest wine.
If you were a car you’d be top of the line.
If you were apples you’d be big, juicy and red —
And after that nothing more needs to be said.

Except, we bet that there’s never a day
That you don’t help someone in some special way.
We wish you the best as you travel life’s way
And may God bless you both day after day.

Thanks So Much,
Kay & Will

We know you don’t remember the day that you were born,
But it was on a beautiful sunny September morn.
It was in Nineteen Hundred and Fifty Nine,
And we always knew you would turn out fine.
Although we had our moments a time or two
When we wondered what would become of you.

We learned you had a sense of humor at quite an early age,
Sometimes it might turn someone into quite a rage.
Remember when you planned a party ’round the pool
And all the girls around thought you were cool.
When they came and found it was only one of plastic,
I think several of them became quite spastic.

You played a few jokes on people over the years
That have brought some of your friends to tears.
You also have a habit of pretending to be German or Chinese,
And when you were discovered, people could have knocked you to your knees.

But up to now you really had a quite charmed life;
No upsets or problems or worries and no strife.
But now that you’re Forty you’ll just have to be still
And realize things are different when you’re over the hill.

When you drove when you were young we thought you were insane
But now you’ll have to change over and use the slow lane.
They tell us when you’re forty your ears start growing large
And if you are full of gas at night you sleep out in the garage.

Besides that your ears might give you trouble with hearing
And because of excess weight you may not fit in what you are wearing.
Some things that you try could get you way out on a limb
And then your eyesight might begin to grow more dim.

But though you’re older now you always can think back
To when your mind was just as sharp as a brand new tack.
You can think of the days when you were macho and virile too
And you wish you could do some things you used to do.

Sometimes you long for the vim and energy you had
But be thankful that though you’re forty, life isn’t quite so bad.
Enjoy the year and don’t get all tied up with tension —
In 25 more years you can collect Old Age Pension!

So since we’ve already had far too much to say,
We won’t close with “Lordy Lordy Look Who’s Forty” on his birthday.

There once was a lady from the county of Kings
Who said, “When I put on my kettle it no longer sings.
It’s because my teapot is so dull and so plain,
It’s old and faded and covered with stains.”

But somebody noticed that she was so sad
And they said you know this really is too bad.
A bright shiny new teapot is just what she needs
and so they set out to accomplish the deed.

They went to the shop and they looked all around
Until just the right teapot they finally found.
It was China and beautifully patterned with flowers.
They knew this would keep her happy for hours.

They knew that pleasure and joy it would bring,
And it may even help her poor kettle to sing.
And when she unwrapped it, what a surprise!
Anyone could see the joy in her eyes.

A lovely new teapot, just like she had wished for.
She could hardly wait to make a big brew to pour.
At the first chance she had, fresh water was boiled.
But oh! what a tragedy, her efforts were foiled.

As she poured in the water she quickly stood back —
She heard her new teapot give out a big crack.
“Oh horrors!” she said, “now what can I do?
I really and truly am in a big stew.”

She went to her phone, called the jeweller to say:
“I need your help without delay.”
He related her story of the broken teapot
And he said, “My dear, a problem it’s not.”

Try taking it back where purchased — explain the story.
Everything will be alright so don’t you worry.
It was returned to Royal Doulton in a day or so,
and in no time, they had another wrapped, ready to go.

They said it’s no problem at all for us.
They said there is nothing more to discuss —
Except: take the pot home, be sure Mom is told,
Do not pour hot water in the pot when it’s cold.
Warm it up gently, keep that in mind,
And the teapot will serve you for years you will find.

So now the kettle is singing a happy new song,
And when tea is needed it doesn’t take long
To get the teapot out and warm it up right.
Delicious tea can be served morning, noon, or night.

Joanne and Darrell, you were so thoughtful —
when you visit for tea, we’ll make a whole potful.

Thanks, and Love, Mom

The other day I woke up
And realized that June was here.
I thought I’d better get my book out
And see who’s names were there.
And when I looked upon the page
To see what dates were due…

I gazed in horror and I gasped
And saw I had missed a few.
First there was an anniversary
For Darrell and Joanne’s Wedding day,
And then there was another date
For Andrew’s birthday —
And no card was on the way.

I’ll bet you think I’m getting old,
Maybe even “feeble” in my mind.
And I can tell you now
It’s nothing of the kind.
I’m just as swift as ever,
I hardly ever miss a beat —
Most people think that…

On occasion if I do slip up
And miss a thing or two,
I try to cover up my mess
With a little poem or two.

So I wish you Darrell and Joanne,
Although your special day is passed,
A belated Happy Anniversary —
I know your love will last and last.

And next comes little Andrew,
My grandson who’s so sweet.
He’s tall, dark and handsome,
As any man that you could meet.
As your special day was celebrated
I hope it was a happy day for you,
And also that you got gifts and cake —
Because Andrew that surely was your due.