Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

When children, they are being raised, Instructions, "life", must learn, Some, they catch on quickly, though Each one's a different bairn. The one in question, (fictional), A 'tomboy' rough, was he, ALWAYS into trouble, With others, couldn't agree. Aft punishing 'wrongdoings' The father told the son To hammer spike into a tree For each and every one  Whene'er atonement offered And it was well received, The son was told to remove spike That's all 'twas, he believed. However, MANY years that passed And numerous spikes been used, The tree it had to be removed His 'lesson', soon infused. The bark of tree was stripped away To son's embarrassment, The spike scars STILL were noticed E'en aft. those years were spent. The father, calm, reflective, His lesson, had been shown. That words, which cannot be unsaid, Leave scars, to you, unknown.

    Saint Valentine, the saint for love,     Bestows "amour" like peaceful dove,     All hatred, for one day, dispel,    Upon the mountains, in the dell.      Around mid month, of February,      A day does come around,      When LOVE abounds exceedingly,       Romance can aye, be found.      When lovers' feelings, do not hide,      Their boldness, power receives,      Saint Valentine tries to unite      Those who, on him believe.       The French, they say it is "amour"       When feelings, strong, display,       To  'nother, with whom there's a bond,       This is that special day.       And so those feelings are now sent,       With loving passion too,       My love abounds, the passion strong,       And ...

The hardest, yet most kindest words I've ever had to say, Will live with me 'til my last breath, Remember well, that day. My mother, on hospital bed, Few years since widowed was, Each day, did make a visit, I did it, just because. I had been with her earlier, In fine form she did sound, So glad I returned later on, In writhing pain, was found. Angina, did her, trouble, Few heart attacks, had she, Admitted in to hospital Remaining hours, would see. She 'rrested in her ward, there, Resuscitation, tried, Alas, it was not working well, That moment, mother died. The nursing staff advised me, "We could do this all night" I had to tell them, "let her go" She'd given up the fight. She sensed that she was "going", A diary, had she, kept, Whene'er I read last entry, My watered eyes, they wept. Returning to her homestead, Her diary, there, open, Last entry had me teary eyed, "These two, will get all,.......soon."

                 I oft recall my parents,             Who dwell in Heaven above,           Remember well, with fondness,           When here, they showed such love.               The care that they bestowed upon                 ALL of their children, six,           As tradesman, dad worked wonders,                 A problem? - he'd soon fix.                Out early, in the morning,                  Returning just 'fore bed,                And while exhausted, he was,                  Complaints, were never said.             ...