Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

At church this morning, Pastor Pat, He mentioned ‘bout the ‘head’ Head of family, head of state, Then Head of Church, he said. It got me thinking (that’s a rare) Of my own father, fine A sentiment, he’d often say Of ’nuclear family’ line. Referring to his family, Agreed. he WAS the ‘head’ Our mother, though, she was the neck, Explaining this, he said; The ‘head’, yes, ’tis important, Holds brain, the vision, speech, The sense of smell and hearing, Ability to teach. However, if the neck was gone, The head, some power, would burn, Could not look right, nor left, or up, The head, it could not turn

There’s fifteen years between us, My eldest bro and me, So growing up we were not close, For years did not, him see. For he was sailing  ‘round the world, A cruise line chef, was he, Then in mid twenties, me near ten,  Studied for his degree. He’d moved out of the family home When I was growing up, Have only few vague mem’ries For I was still ‘young pup’ And those mainly at Christmas, As chef, he did take charge, Preparing Christmas luncheon, If we went near, he’d barge. While I was late, in driving, Health-wise, was not allowed, I missed out on the reckless speed Boasted by the “in crowd”.   With age comes ‘ppreciation, And that’s a two way street, He acknowledged all the care To parents, I did mete. While visiting our parents So I could get a break, I’d pick him up from boat dock, A quicker journey, make. Years aft. gave compliment to me, Compared, to all our brothers, “Felt safer being driven by you, Than any of the others.” Coming from the eldest, Must say I was fair chuffed, More-

       My father, he, Quite quiet would be, Preferred, behind the scene, Though on good day Wise words would say Knew well, what he did mean. He also knew Just what to do When tempers would arise And oft would say, Without delay, Some words that would surprise. One such instance, Was heard by chance When younger us boys were And as boys will, A-bickering, still, 'Twas more than mum could bear. She’d.... had .......enough, Of all the stuff Her darlings said and did, She got quite mad Then spoke to dad The bickering, to rid. “Can you not see, My dear Bobby” To dad, she did complain  ( Her power deploys, ) “SPEAK TO THOSE BOYS” So peace again will reign. Without a fuss, He looked at us, With face quite  stern and cold Their prides and joys, Said “Hello boys” He’d done as he was told. We HAD to stop Mums jaw did drop And bursts of laughter flew We’d quietened down Without the frown, Dad knew the thing to do.