Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

 "Ruth's Fashion's" mother's , July 23rd turning 104 2 children, Roger, Cheryl 6 grands, Lily, Cooper, Max, Bo, Luka, Zach  Husband Dusty Curran, wed June 14th '47 London Ontario  Hobbies bowling golf, cards (euchre) acts like she doesn't know what cards to play, then beats others  Drinks Manhattans Attended Egerton Baptist got married there (nee Heathfield) Pet dog Pepe (poodle) She's  be Beautiful & full of love for her family  cherylhawken@hotmail.com The year was 1922 July, the twenty third, Five siblings and their parents, Some newborn tears, they heard. For baby Ruth had just been born, (There would be yet one more,) Quiet solitude, disappeared, Sure, parents ears were sore. Quite soon to school, she had to go, (It is a must, for all) She did excel, nay, blossomed, there, And yes, she had a ball. At twenty five, she married Her beau, Dusty, by name, To him she bore two children, Roger, then Cheryl, came. She loved to bowl, play cards, and gol...

 Sitting in a double room, St. Mary's hospital, Trouble with esophagus  With swallowing, et-al.  A double room, though solely me, It's quiet, so eerily, Though hopefully 'twill continue, A quiet night's rest, for me? Probably no doctor see 'til aft' breakfast, next day, Trust very soon I will get 'fixed' So I'll be on my way...... ......Back to my residence and friends, Then 'out for coffee', drive, Just hours away, - I miss them so, They make me feel alive. So do not take for granted, Those things you do, as 'norm' In just a blink, so much can change, If e'er you are 'off form'.

 I hope that you are happy, Your brother, would be mad, You KNEW Van-Breda's antics, Told, by your mom and dad. How they befriended seniors,  With family far, or none, Befriended and manipulated them,  So wealthy would become. In fact 'twas you who ME, informed  Before we even wed, I thought you would be wiser, Believing all 'twas said I never thought they'd sink so low, In their covetous run, But greed and spitefulness excels, Their own relations, shun? Whene'er the money has run dry, Which I alone did earn, You could never keep a job, Quite soon, I did THAT, learn. So when it's gone, you too'ill be cast Aside, forlorn, lonely, And WHEN it does, please do not come A-running back to me. You've had your chance and ruined it Believed your niece's lies, You've made your bed, lie in it, Your female kin, despise.

M  arching down the aisle with you,  I  dolising smile, C learly, LOVE was in the air, H  ad been, for a while. A  t the alter, Michael stood, E xcitedly, yet calm, L  ove was rampant in his eyes, A n adorising balm. N  ext "Who gives this girl away?" D  ad handed, to your boy, A sweet young girl, now all grown up, U biquitous  with joy, D azzlingly, her upright groom, R  eceived with love and glee, E veryone was 'googly eyed' Y  es, even, your 'daddy'.                                                  Colin Ross 07/07/32

 A letter to my daughter, A memory or two Of th'day when I gave you away, I heard you say "I do". While you were so excited, Your mom and I were glad, Though with anticipation, We had our moments, sad. Reflecting on your childhood, A babe, school days, mid teens, You were a daughter, loving, No rebel, dressed in jeans. The house that day, chaotic, Your mom, bridesmaids and you, Proudly, yet with sadness, I Would hear you say "I DO". You made me a grandfather, Three times, both girl and boy, Your mom and I adored them, They filled our hearts with joy. A special anniversary, You've reached the "Silver Years" This proud, delighted father Is sending you  "Three cheers"                            Composed by Colin Ross Married 07/07/07 Poem due 07/07/2032

Tune "Going Home" Just three words, meanings change, D'pending who it's to, Human being, animal, Meanings, - there's a few. There HAS to be a noun, Person, place or thing, Holiday,  food to eat Creator, praise to sing. Love, it can be amorous, Shared between just two, Or just 'ppreciation for Some deeds, that you do. ^Can also, be a sentiment, Giv'n to friends or pets, Saying it, hearing it, 'Tis the best it gets. Hearing it, gives a boost To th'one to whom it's sent, Be assured, it is free, GIVEN, it's not leant. ^S'if you hear me saying it, Know, 'tis said with care, I 'preciate your 'friendliness', When I can, it share. Say it, then, whene'er you can, It is always due, :You can't say it oft' enough, Th'words are, "I love you":

 While working in a Nursing Home, As P.S.W. I'd try my hand at anything, To show what I could do. At bath day, for the females, Oft' times, when hair, washed,  was,  The bather, she would set their hair, Give resident, a buzz. The bosses mother, there, did live, A male to bathe, was 'NO', Howe'er, the girl who'd set her hair, That day was a 'no show'. The worker, when the bath was done, Forlorn, aft' bath, appeared, I o'erheard her dilemma, And so I volunteered. Assured her that, of my dear mom,  Man' times, had set her hair,  And so, with her,  nothing to lose, She sat upon the chair. Family of the residents, When visiting, that day, Where tot'lly flabbergasted  With my 'coiffeur' display. A few hours later, when 'twas dry, The hairpins, I removed, And then I brushed and styled the hair, She really did approve. The NEXT week, usual girl was there, Though aft' bath had been done,  Brought out the hairpins, comb and brush, ...

         The Circle of Life As "single digit" children, Still not quite fully grown, Until in double digits, Short pants was all we'd own. We YEARNED to wear those long pants, "All 'growed up' " we would be, Perhaps be treated better, Sometimes, the kids, don't see. In second'ry education, It was a 'must' f'rus guys, Not to be seen in short pants, That clothing, we'd despise. Now older, in retirement, When weather's warm or hot, We LONG to put on short pants, To show just what we've got.

  The quiet man who works so hard, No grumbling, no woes, You'll often hear him whistling Everywhere he goes, Repairs, removals, touch-ups too, In a flash, they're done, An urgent chore will see him, Walk rapidly, won't run.

As the years are passing I've noticed, traits, a few, That in-nate-ly I'm doing, My father did so, too. He ne'er liked to be 'en retard' For 'ppointments, specified date, "I'd rather be an hour early, Than e'en one minute late" If I've been asked to give a ride At a specific time, I will be ready earlier, To me, late, is a crime. I put myself in their shoes, Them thinking 'will he come?' So earlier, I will be, Five minutes and then some.  What if they did sleep too long, Think, 'my appointment missed?' I'll be there and ready, Leave early, I insist. Ev'n if I'm the one who waits For pickup, at my door, I will be ready earlier, Few minutes, even more. I oft' think of my father, Thank him, that trait, did give, So I could be a blessing, While on this earth, I live. So when I'm needed somewhere, Like dad, I'll be the one, Though 'tis a good thing to proclaim, I AM, my father's son.

Many folk have phobias A fear of this or that, Arachnophobia, spiders,  Chirop-tophobia, - bat Amaxo-phobia is the fear Of riding in a car, Hodo-phobia, that's the fear   Of distance, going too far One I'm pleased, no longer have, Gloso-phobia, bring, The fear of public speaking, Brain freeze, or stammering. Claustrophobia, 'closed in' space, And believe this fact, it's proved, Naturists have "Clothes-trophobia" When coverings, they've removed.

 Oh to be in double figures, Wouldn't feel, I was a child, Be giv'n responsibilities, Would not be acting wild. Oh to be an older guy, Be working, driving car, Pick up girls in Cadillac Now THAT, would have some power. Oh to have some more free time, Family and work, take all, I dreamt, when older I would be, That I would have a ball. Oh to be retired from work, That daily 9-5, Do the things I, want to do, I'd feel I was alive. Oh to be so young again, I miss those, gone, beyond, In reality, looking back 'pon,  Of those days, I was quite fond.

 S pring,  commences longer days  U psetting winters plans,  N o more shovelling , frigid cold  S now, with frostbit hands.  H eat, though still not VERY warm,  I ncreases with each day,  N ight time hours get shorter,  E ventually, out to play.  S ometimes slanderous, hurtful, frank,  P omposity, excels,  I nsulting, harmful, brutal,  T riggering cautious bells.  E mphasizing cruelty  F lippent to the core  U psetting everyone around,  L ibelous, and more.  S pringboard ready, firm and taut,  O ver, head and heels,  M omentum spinning me around  E ventually landing on the ground,  R otating like cartwheels.  S piraling through air, so high,  A ppearing lithe and sprite,  U ltimating back to ground,  L anding, as was planned, upright,  T o rapturous roars, be crowned.

Murphy, in the morning and through                             the decades. A 'Newfie' and 'New Scotian'  Their life paths, they did meet, 'Way back, in the '40's Soon, patter of tiny feet. A daughter, followed by two sons, Then "itchy feet" did get,  So westward they did venture, Ontario, their target. In Hamilton they settled down, "New House - new family" Our Patrick; then came Kathy, Two girls, - and boys? - now three. Young Pat became an 'Altar boy', And to his school, would walk, Then studying 'Radio Broadcasting' He had to "LEARN"? to talk?? ( "How now brown cow" what? what? ) Traffic updates, - summer job, At CHML's studio, First 'full time' job, broadcasting, Way down there, in Simcoe. 'Twas there he had a 'life change', A "NEW LIFE" guaranteed, Paul Fletcher guided him, straight path, Soon grown, that planted seed. With CHYM, followed by FAITH FM, His dulcet t...

"Go to your room", once punishment Is now a tranquil balm, A place of peace and solitude, Of relaxation, calm. A place away from others, Their restlessness and noise, Of silence, and serenity, Where 'solace', one enjoys. A time of soul reflection, To meditate or muse,  Where peaceful comfort lingers,  Where inner thoughts, infuse. Five minutes or a few hours, (The time, it WILL pass fast), The benefits do linger It's usefulness, is vast.

1) Once again, this Generations family Giving assistance, doling out love, Generous-ly helping in a time of need Compassion shown, from above. (Chorus) And once again I thank you, though it.                      seems, not enough. Your loving care, compassion, when                     in  times, they get tough, Once again your helping hands Doling out  your kindness and love. 2) Many times, espec'lly in these recent                           years E'en without asking, love did abound, Showing me the love that stems from               Heaven's gates Love that goes round and around. (Chorus)  3) I'm in awe, your overflowing friendliness  Gen'rations family, generos'ty shown, Selfishness will never get the time of day Love, that abounds, overblown. (Chor...

This morning, icy outdoors, While to the car, was goin' I slipped and fell on pavement, Did break clavicle bone. The pavement was the parking lot Of home, where I abide, Another resident, 'ppointment had, Was giving him a ride. Did drive him to and from it,  A wait of half an hour, The nurse in charge at residence When I got home, in car Did telephone for ambulance She wanted it checked out, To local hospital arrived Bone broken, there is no doubt. So, 'nother 'break' I will have, Is break from driving now,  So glad it wasn't Springtime, Loathe winter driving, anyhow.

THINGS I WOULD HAVE MISSED Was born at home in January, Though, due to being "mad" (I was born "foaming at the mouth") 'Twas Ep'lepsy, I had. So I, to hospital, was rushed, And there, I did remain With mum, 'til I was stabilized Few weeks, then home again. That was the only Grand Mal fit  That ever have, I would, Though aft' first sev'n year life cycle, Returned, in milder mood. Years later, still a youngster, Under  parental care, Some surgery had been offered. To treat that ailment there. My mother had a cousin In nursing field, she'd trained Asked her advice about it, From her knowledge, mum gained. She did advise against it, Mother, informed, by she, "Better Colin being the smart boy, Than handicapped, he be." On average, every fortnight,  (That's fourteen days, to you) A seizure, it would raise its head 'Twas almost aye, on cue. I COULD have gone for six weeks, That happened often too, But then, next day, they would ret...

  If my body was a car, I would ensure it could go far, Would treat it well and daily feed, If ever needed, - engine bleed. I wouldn't leave it out of food, For that is needed, to work good, Would take it for a shower or two, Loves to be clean, like me and you. I'd show it off  to fam'ly, friend, Might ev'n drive THEM, ("around the bend") In country, town land, hill and vale, And trust the engine would not fail. I'd take it, periodically, To a car doctor, him, to see If it was being treated nice, To be left out, in snow and ice. It would be fully 'ppreciated, With proper fuel, keep it fed, To parking lot, I'd let it stay With similar company, part of day.

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, told "Remove the spike", That's all 'twas, he believed. However, MANY years that passed And numerous spikes been used, The tree, it had to be cut down, His 'lesson', soon infused. The bark of tree was stripped away To son's embarrassment, The spike SCARS, STILL were noticed Ev'n aft. those years were spent. The father, calm, reflective, His lesson, had been shown. That deeds, which cannot be undone,  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 receive,      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 s...

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. Sh' arrested 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 tear filled 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.             ...