The TORQUOISE DRESS

My mother, with no daughters

Could not, with them, “do shop”

So had t’rely on store staff,

When clothing needed bought.

One Christmas, when still single,

In early 20’s me,

Was wondering what to buy her,

Then clothing, I did see.

Knew roughly she was MY size,

And style of dress she’d choose,

Espied a turquoise ‘A’ line flair,

With flowing skirt, so loose.

I took it to the change room

To see if it would fit ,

(From change room I did NOT exit,

Not into ‘that’ - admit)

A dress, with matching jacket,

I bought, and checked with staff

If I could later change it,

If I had made a gaffe.

When Christmas Day arrived then,

And mum her gifts, opened,

She knew this gift was ‘clothing’

To store, would she, it, send?

I saw her apprehension

Urged her ‘’see does it fit”

Delight on face, emerging

From washroom wearing it.

She found it unbelievable,

She pondered it a while,

Her SON, could choose such clothing?

It was her size; and style.

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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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