The Silver Years [Chris & Becky]

The thirty first of March

In nineteen eighty four

Rebecca Mitchell’s life was changed.

'Twas changed for evermore.

For that’s the day she married

The sweetheart of her life

Chris Perkins and Rebecca

Became husband and wife.

Now Chris’ taste is perfect

The best would only do,

And so a lass from Exeter

Was th’one he did pursue

That’s not where he did meet her,

But here, in Waterloo,

Then at St. Michaels, Becky’s church,

Is where they said “I do”

Rebecca sauntered down the aisle

Adorned in white, with veil,

And there she stood beside her love

With grey top hat and tail.

It wasn’t always rosy,

For this big strapping hunk

Just ask his dear old mother

’Bout a run-in with a skunk.

Two daughters’ fine and dandy

A credit to you both

A bonus from your union

When you did pledge your troth

The years have hastily vanished

And so we give three cheers

The Mitchell / Perkins union

Has reached the silver years

Colin Ross

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Christmas Past

Gifts of gold, incense and myrrh For that baby lying there Were not gifts without much thought, Significant references, they brought. GOLD , for riches of a king, Of properties e'erlasting ring, To celebrate the Kingly birth, Who came as man upon the earth. FRANKINCENSE came from the east For th'annointing of a priest, This babe, a Prophet, Priest and King, Eternal life for all to bring. MYRRH was given, though bitter it's taste, Preparing for the death to be faced, The purpose of His life, - the Cross, To save the world from eternal loss. The media bombard with ads., Pushing forth the latest fads, The parents now seem under stress, They're spending more, though giving less. Oh to live in bygone days Though cash was scarce, with less in pays, The children, then, were quite content And knew what Christmas really meant

I love you dad.

I told my dad, while on his bed, assuming he did sleep, In hospital, [ he'd not come home ] with tears my eyes did weep, “I love you dad” Then hugged him tight, while feebly he replied “I.............love...............you................too..............son” THAT’S the thing I cherish, since he died. With forty years age difference, while young, we were not close. He wasn't very tactile and nor was he verbose, But as we aged, did closer grow, in ways he’d show his love, We’ll meet again, don’t know the ‘when’, – the ‘where’? – in Heaven above. I then went out to my car after this and bawled my eyes out at having had this special moment.

A Father's Blessing

As youngest son, I always sensed From many of the brothers, True or not, they’d put me down, I wasn’t like the others. A few days prior to passing on, A blessing I was giv’n From my beloved, aged dad, Before he moved to Heav’n. His health was failing faster now The family rallied 'round, My eldest bro from ‘cross the sea, Was heading ‘homeward bound’. While visiting, - a daily rit, To spend some ‘qual’ty time’, I mentioned ‘bout th'upcoming trip, I’ll ne’er forget this line. “You’ll not need me tomorrow night To visit with you, dad, Your number

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