Tuesday, 21 October 2014


Conception through to childbirth,
As a hen bird on the nest,
Nine months growing in the womb
Mothers know their children best.
The crying sounds that we make,
Like the bleating of a lamb,
Every cry, the mother knows
When to feed and when to calm.

The nights we leave you sleepless,
When we're causing such a fuss,
'though you're still tired by daybreak,
What would you do without us?
When our first teeth are showing,
You'll realise, for us, it's sore
And as we get frustrated
We start to cry much more.

The next thing that is noticed
By our mothers, as they clean,
Those tiny marks are caused by
Grubby hands on everything.
And though she starts complaining
'bout those hand prints everywhere,
Deep down she's really happy
We can put our markings there.

And then as we grow older
We begin to crawl and walk
Then listening to our parents,
We commence our 'baby talk'
But as those sounds develop,
Soon distinctive words, we hear,
It's then we realise that
We are talking, very clear.

Then as the years go faster,
We leave home and go to school,
By learning the "three 'R's" we
Show our parents, we're no fool.
Our school days soon are over,
To employment we do go,
It's then we realise
The world is not our 'amigo'.

But as each day is passing,
We grow older, day by day,
And soon the 'role reversal'
Will be coming into play.
The time is fast approaching
When we, our parents will care,
They need to be looked after,
They are such a special pair.

A life to us they've given
They've given us of their best,
So mother and dear father
It's now time you took your rest.
You've done so much for your kin,
It is time we cared for you.
All our life you have loved us,
So we say 'we love you', too.

Monday, 15 September 2014

I get the last word

Response to a Scottish M.C. at a choir concert who had on the previous evenings made fun of my Ulster accent.

These past few nights, there has been one
Who understandeth not
The words with which I did orate
"Bicuz of the accent I 'ave gat".

And so I have the words typed out,
So you can follow through
And now dear James, I do present
A copy, just for you.

A round of applause followed

Well now, they understood all that,
They'll understand the rest,
You see, whene'er you deal wi' me,
You're dealing with, 'the best'

Another round of applause

His response? -- "Colin, I bow to the master"

Wednesday, 6 August 2014

Update to my home Church 'Family' 12/2012

Though miles have come between us
By choice, I must concur,
‘Tis great to hear what’s happening
To our ‘family’ over there.

It helps when I am pondering
Of days, seems long ago,
The people I grew up with,
The folk I got to know.

You think of time as motionless,
That all things stay the same,
Reality soon kicks into gear,
We cannot, that, proclaim.

O’er nine years since we left you,
Six, since we first returned,
Fond memories of o’er forty years,
In my heart, have been burned.

Those cannot be deleted,
I wouldn’t want to try,
You’ll be part of our ‘family’
Until the day I die.

Even THEN, we’ll be united
In that gathering up above,
When things will NOT be changing,
We all will know true love.

Things haven’t changed extensively
From last update you read,
Still caring for my clients,
To earn my daily bread.

I always have liked singing,
And hence, I must declare,
I’ve joined the Police Chorus,
A year now, I’ve been there,

It’s fun, when we are traveling
In uniform, to sing,
See someone drive, on mobile phone,
It’s not the legal thing.

One ‘toot’ and they look over,
The Police badge, they do see,
Quite quickly they hang up their call,
See ‘power’, but see not me.

The internet is priceless
It keeps us on a limb
What would have taken weeks to learn
We hear in just a whim.

Though we cannot be o’er there,
We’ll have to cut our losses,
And aye give thanks for having you,
As ‘family’, love, the Rosses.

Monday, 4 August 2014

October 26th 1974 - 2014

Back in the days when love was still 'amour',
In a time when faithfulness was something to allure,
Love between two adults did blossom strong and true,
Leading to a partnership between the two of you.
Soon Miss Leduchowsky to Mrs. Stubbs was changed,
Hence some vows were witnessed, a banquet was arranged,
After time together, a family you became,
Raising four fine children, an honour to your name,
Overcoming trials, you've lasted ages long,
Now four decades later, your love is still as strong.
                                                                     Colin Ross


                                     October   ­­26th  1974 - 2014

Saturday, 2 August 2014

He did it for me

He did it for you,
He did it for me,
Came down from on high,
To die on a tree.

He bore all my burden
In tense agony,
Took all of my guilt,
Though sinless was He.

Took ALL of my guilt,
For He could foresee
Each time I'd rebel
And not bend the knee.

His love is so fervent,
I know you'll agree,
His promise is true,
You can guarantee.

He came, not in fury
To judge, but to plea,
His life, our redemption,
He saved one like me.

So thank you  my Jesus
Your love set me free,
And how can I show it?
Just live true to thee.

So let us remember
The cross at Calvary,
He did it for you,
He did it for me.

Saturday, 24 May 2014

The Golden Years : 12th June 1964 - 2014

The Golden Years
12th  June 1964 - 2014

The setting was a country church,
Euphoric and dignified,
The second Friday of the month,
There came a young June bride.

She sauntered slowly down the aisle,
In radiant white, was she,
Preceded by her bridesmaids,
Her flower girl made that three.

Beth, Gail and Linda entered,
Adorned in fine mint green,
Thereafter, came Patricia,
'Twas the finest sight e'er seen.

While waiting at the altar,
Escorted by his three,
Stood Glen, Ross, Carl and Murray,
Glen's face conveying glee.

Then there, the young Pat Karges,
In finery so grand,
Stood proud with Glen Doerbecker,
And vowed to take his hand.

In sickness, health and poverty,
All these you will have known,
Glen and Pat were bonded
And seeds of love were sown.

So now, this love that started,
Has been with you for aye,
Hence you are celebrating

Your Golden Wedding day.


Karges - Doerbecker

                   Karges - Doerbecker
                12th  June 1964 - 2014

Pausing for a moment, thinking of the years gone by, 
Astounded how they vanished, like the twinkling of an eye, 
Thankful for the memories, of  your family, friends so true,
Relying on your Maker to help to see you through,
In His love eternal, a life for Him you've lead,
Contented in the knowledge you are living, as He said,  
Infusing love eternal from deep within your soul,  
Always in amazement, at achieving this great goal.

Growing closer, deeper, morphing into one,
Love remaining fervent, with the rising of new sun,
Every blessing counted,  to each other, you belong,
Now five decades later, your zeal remains as strong.



Saturday, 26 April 2014

Chorus Concert

Returning to a past abode
Where once, we did  rehearse,
A concert for the Maycourt club,
To help increase their purse.

From our rep'toire, we sang a mix,
Some bright, to slow and soothing,
Reports flowed in from one and all
That it was truly moving.

Three dozen voices singing
Three hundred listening ear,
Saints marched at different paces,
We saw that look of fear.

Though 'plause, approving tributes,
Came forth from she who leads,
Indication, if required,
We listen to her pleads.

As usual, on the ivories,
The keys were made to sing,
By Sheila, with those "magic hands", 
Though 'blue', they were turning.

While Carlos, with his natural flair
Of stories with their root,
Each song, presented he, with love,
He's really so astute.

So on the whole, 'twas awfully good,
We did complete our brief,
E'en with the hiccups we observed,
We finished with relief.

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Poetic Thoughts

Poetry is in my blood
Upon a whim, I'll write,
Oft times my best work will emerge
In quietness of night.

I've seen me have a pen and pad
Beside my bed, close by,
When lines roll up inside my thoughts
I'll scribe them, ere they fly

Out of my mind, and far away
Into that black beyond
Where they seem lost, forever gone
As diamonds in murk pond.

Prefer to write in formal style
And with the rhyming grade
It helps me to recall the lines
Ere memory will fade.

Saturday, 25 January 2014

Farewell Katie

You made me sad today You said you're going away :(( These years you've been the best, FAR better than the rest.
Approachable, were you, You knew just what to do, You knew to laugh, have fun, As 'sups' go, YOU'RE the one.
You lead, but stayed a team, A short lived, pleasant dream, Like you, there will be none, And now this dream is done.
So farewell, Katie Roz. My wonderful, kind boss, Good luck in all you do, I'm ALREADY missing you.