Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Sheeba was a kitten, we read was needing homed, We found her in newspapers ads, 'Pet column' site, we combed, She took to us, most instantly, a home, she glad to find? Who could tell what’s going on inside a felines mind? Was terrified of visitors, who’d to our house arrive, Would dash from lounge to dining room, then upstairs, to survive It’s said they can detect from us, if love is there or not, Surprised us ONE occassion, - of this I’ve ne’er forgot. A tradesman came to give a quote, some work to carry out, Surprising, Sheeba never moved, so what was this about? I mentioned to the tradesman the surprise I had found How usually, with visitors, she would be bedroom bound. H’informed us that the animal, he was not fond at all, 'tappears she sensed the dislike and SHE would make the call, 'Twas if she was a-thinking, ''I KNOW that you, me, hate, But boyo, I do live here and THIS is MY 'estate' ".           - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

🎵.   🎶  .     Goodbye winter my old foe,  It was time to let you go,    We have had enough of dreary days,  Time to get us thinking sunshines rays,  And the feeling of warmth, most everywhere,  A summer fair,  I'll hear the mowers, mowing. Then the buds sprout forth their shoots,  Being steadied by strong roots,  Flowers blossoming with pride and joy,  Outdoor fun for every girl and boy,  It is the splendour that summer's drawing near,  There is no fear,  We feel our skin a-glowing.     🎶    .    🎵

It's just been proved today, to me, This church, it IS a 'family' Support, verbal and otherwise. Did come as a complete surprise. The CARE expressed from your heart's core, As blessing showers, on us did pour, Humbled and loved, in many a way, Certainly brightened up, dull day. So THANK YOU all, our hearts did touch, The fact you cared  oh so, so, much, With tear filled eyes, your heart filled love, You showered us blessings, from above. https://mail.google.com/mail/u/0/#search/note+of+thanks/WhctKKXwqkmrHsKxxGdFhkSTKpQLxMTlwXSBFBqdstHmtnBhBKXPZwjstLflSTNQCdHXwNG

It was 18 years ago Our hearts broke once, then twice Two generations, young & old With their lives, paid the price Mum, giving you experience As you did learn to drive, The news broke through ’twas hard to hear, Our hearts, they took a dive. You’ve never been forgotten In fact, you never will Faye is looking just like you, We all remember, still. We talk about you often, Informed your nephews too,         ' Twould have been great for them as well Had they got to know you.

My father was the youngest  Of three in his family, First a boy, next a girl, Then came the new baby. His brother called for his dad,  A WILLIAM PENNY ROSS Sister, for her mother Plain JANE, - NOW, at a loss. William was a four year old And Jane, was nearing two So words were being slightly mixed If she did talk to you. So what was this one to be called? How’d he acquire his name? His sister, inadvertently, Has had to take the blame. When friends or family visited And sister Jane did see, She asked “Are you all coming To see the new ‘boby’ So while, was given BOBBY, His name, for what it’s worth, Did register as ROBERT, on His Certificate, of Birth.  

Working in a nursing home, Cued for the evening shift, Snacks were sent around the folks If not, they would be miffed. One resident, I called with,  She had not touched her cup, I wondered why it still was full, She hadn’t had a sup. Wi’encouragement she started, Then aft’ few sips of  juice, “I can’t see myself drinking Anymore of this.” I turned around and did espy A vanity mirror, Held it by the handle And faced the glass to her. Gave the beverage back to her Replying “NOW you can” With shocked surprise she took the drink  And downed it, like parched man.

There’s many shades of purple Like Raisin, Mulberry too Why, it’s true, they have a shade That they have called Kazoo And just like peoples seizures, They too can be quite vast  We do not all fall on the ground; While various times, they last. Some ’space out’ for some moments As if ignoring, are, While some repeat a movement  While staring, miles afar. ’Tis true, some collapse on the ground, While others - they just stare, ’sif looking all way through you As if you were not there So it is apt that purple With many many hues Epilepsy ‘ssociation For their colour, did choose.

      Twenty one years, since you passed ,     Still seems like yesterday,     So glad I did go down that eve.,     Witnessed your atrophy.     Had visited you earlier,     You seemed so good at noon,     Who’d have known your final breath     Was nearing, oh so soon?     You missed your 'darling Bobby'     You'd mentioned that , oft., too,     You did get reunited     With him; and he, with you.     A parent, they will worry ,     About their offspring young,     But as their years do linger,     The care, full circle, come.     So pleased you taught compassion,     As child, a-growing old,      You both showed me th'example,     With tender heart, not cold.     Though I knew I'd be doing it,     The "taking care of you"     Your youngest sis. cared for YOUR mum,     'Twas what the youngest do.     Y'always said you wanted, l ike        Your mum, and gran, to be,     They both reached the 84,     Were close, at 83.     Did happ'  'ppro