The Golden Years : 12th June 1964

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.

Congratulations

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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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