Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

                                                                                           The "WhatNot"  H ello there young Callum,                    'Twas passed on to my care,     Great nephew, l'm told,                                     1991,          Enclosed in this package.                      And while it WAS painted,     Is something that's OLD.                        I stripped it - NOT fun.   A fine piece of furniture,       ...

   Bereaved, without the funeral,  Is how I'm feeling now,  This time of separation,   I WILL get through, somehow.   With people  all around me,  To mend my broken heart,  My friends at church and family,  Latter, oceans apart,  This separation needed,  In context, things, to go,  They say that 'absense', it does make  The heart, to fondness, grow.  It feels like a bereavement,  Without the actual death,  I wonder if we'll aye re-meet,  Me and Elizabeth? No words can heal the sorrow Nor ease the aching pain, Just know one thing for certain, We'll re-unite again. And then 'twill be for ever In that grand Heaven above, But now, as MY heart's breaking, I'm  needing  all your love.  

  Abundant in LOVE, CONCERN and TRUST, In HOSPITALITY, An overflowing waterfall That EVERYONE can see. Niagara Falls is nothing,  T'the CONSTANT  CARE, here, shown, By such a somewhat, SMALL church, A trait, others should hone. 'Tis NOT, shown by a FEW, though, The church, as ONE, unites And EVERYONE's included In raising 'caring heights' Have experienced it OFTEN, In such a short time here, It isn't any wonder  We hold your hearts, so dear. So THANK-YOU ALL, again, I cry, With LOVING, JOYFUL tears, Appreciate your tenderness,  'Tis endless, it appears. [Generations Community Church]  

“See that you say nothing to anyone; but go your way, show yourself to the priest, and offer for your cleansing those things which Moses commanded, as a testimony to them.” Mark 1: 44 Whene'er I had my surgery In 1991, It was midweek, a Wednesday, When everything was done. Was given days t'recover So it was PROVED, 'twas good On Sunday afternoon, informed, To go back home, I could. So when my parents vis'ted As DAILY did, to me, Our church service that evening Right there, I'd plan to be. Recalling words in Gospel "Go show yourself to priest And offer for your cleansing......" What I could DO, 'twas th'least. HIS implications, given,  Of faith and submission,  Provided PROOF to "family" Of HIS great compassion. So up to church was driven,  Sat with my parents then, Yearned to be in the choirstall To sing there, once again. Just prior to service starting, As normal,  choir,  came in, I noticed some did see me, Then witnessed 'whisperin...

                                            ********* NOT ONE OF MINE ********* Should You Go First by  Albert K. Rowswell Should you go first and I remain To walk the road alone, I'll live in memory's garden, dear,  With happy days we've known. In Spring I'll watch for roses red When fades the lilac blue, In early Fall when brown leaves call I'll catch a glimpse of you. Should you go first and I remain For battles to be fought, Each thing you've touched along the way Will be a hallowed spot. I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile, Though blindly I may grope, The memory of your helping hand Will buoy me on with hope. Should you go first and I remain To finish with the scroll, No length'ning shadows shall creep in To make this life seem droll. We've known so much of happiness, We've had our cup of joy And memory is one gift of God That death cannot destroy. Should yo...

                                    GLORIA MAY BECKER                           {Nonagenarian}     Mid year in 1935,      The eighteenth day of June,   A newborn baby, did arrive,   And not a day too soon.    At 12 years old,  was born anew,    When t'church, with neighbour, went,     She heard the calling of her LORD    'Twas surely time, well spent.                            Worked hard, did she, at 'shirt factory'                                        Of Cluett/Peabody,                            Of constant wo...

                                                    Whenever we were younger                                   The last three, that would be,                                   Sunday afternoon, from Spring,                                          Was for the 'family'. Dad worked Monday through Friday And Saturday, when could, To 'make ends meet', the reason, To mortgage pay, buy food. He rose up at the 'crack of dawn' Oft times to home, returned When younger three had gone to bed, From him, 'work ethic' learned.  Though Sunday, it was 'church day', Aft' lunch, if dry weather We'd all...

    I learned to drive in homeland,  Drove there for just six years, Before migrating westward,  Though bringing "joyful tears" Because I'm Northern Irish, Though British nation, be, Was not deemed here, as 'British', So did not guarantee To just 'transfer' my licence, To drive, Ontario's routes,  So had to take a second test, And study 'driving books'.  With recent memory problems, Suggested was, that I, Be tested 'gain for driving, T'ensure my mind was spry. So 'nother drive test booked, it was, This time, no 'written test', More 'psychological', 'actual' I tried, and did my best.  With finances, now looking good,  New vehicle suggestion, came,  My 'nitial thought, don't care the make,  Though colour. RED , my aim.  My vehicles, past, in colours were,  Green, greys. (dark, light) and white, So wanted something vibrant,  Whene'er I'd come in sight.  My trusted vehicle mechanic,  From whom my ...