"Wake me up before you go go"

I heard this song this morning

On local radio

Evoking strong memory

Of really long ago.

Was travelling from homeland

That's Belfast, (north, six miles)

To London's Heathrow airport,

The song brought back some smiles.

I sailed to Stranraar's harbour

From our port, town of Larne

Then o'ernight train going southbound

Arriving there earl' morn.

To catch my next connection

Vancouver bound was I,

The train ride, it was cheaper

Than 'nother plane to fly

Whene'er the train I boarded

No seats avail'ble were

Some military men were on them,

Stretched out, without a care.

I couldn't hear them snoring

Or see the dreams they had

But felt their tired demeanour

To waken, would've been bad.

Recall me having thought tough,

How 'xhausted those men were,

And how I'd feel if woken,

To do so, wouldn't dare.

The lines of song to my mind

Came flooding back to me

As coming from the soldiers

So loved ones, they would see.

So I just hunkered down, me,

Near train floor, luggage close,

To let exhausted soldiers

Some rest there, - have a dose.

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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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