Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

Did watch, tonight, a movie, The title, as above, Last scene, it was emotional, Where folk were showing love. The scene, it was an airport Folk reunited, were, My thoughts went towards Heaven, With MANY loved ones there. Then how, when we do get there, Connect with folk long gone, Both friends and also family, We'll be, where we belong. Though WON'T be just short greeting, "Twill be ETERNALLY, And NEVERMORE be parted, 'Twill be 'LOVE, ACTUALLY'. 

Not everything in life is free T'obtain, one MUST work hard, Alas for many, they do think Entitlement's their 'card'. A father told his children, each, That when they reached age '12' The 'secret of life' he'd tell them, So they'd not have to delve Into their lives, not knowing This secret that is hid From MANY, as they travel Throughout their lives, from kid. Whene'er the firstborn reached that age, He longed to learn the truth, His father took him to the side, Said, "Now you're a youth, I'll let you know the secret, son, While it's like creamy silk, Now do not tell your brother this, "The cow does NOT give milk" "What do you mean dad?" asked the boy "I learnt they DO, at school, Are you suggesting teacher's wrong? Or saying she's a fool?" The father sat the young lad down "No son, th'teacher's right, Let me explain it properly Before you start a fight. They do not, GIVE it...

 Recall one precious moment, Shown only, by a mum, A time when LOVE was physical, Made me, what I've become.  Earl' twenties, at home, living, Still heav'ly medicated, For seizures, they were rampant, No sign, eradicated. My peers, well paid careers, had, In General Labour, me, And with my seizures lingering, No relief, could I see. Most of my peers were dating, Their own transport, had they, While public transport was my lot, Timetables, HAD t'obey. The moment that I recall, With mum, alone, was I, Frustration, it had built up, Resenting tears, did cry. Poured out to mum, frustrations, With bitterness, did sob, My teen years disappeared, they, My youth, it helped, to rob. I KNOW, her heart was broken, Felt helpless to assist, All she could do was comfort, With loving kindness, kissed.  I'm SURE, with dad, she shared this, He, too, was rock, so strong, And through his deeds did highlight, In 'family' DID belong.

People who have known me From when I was young child, Would know back then, I loved my food, Upon my plate, 'twas piled. Especially as family, At table, sat,  we all, ANYTHING, on others plates, To mine, did hear its call. While very  young,  had "puppy fat" Though it left as I grew,  In size, UPWARD, I might add, By 'bout a foot, or two. I used to have my breakfast, A bowl of cereal, just, Oftimes could forgo any lunch, But 'supper' - was a must. Though NOW, since in mid sixties, Three meals a day (or two) Are served, so MUST be eaten, They stick to me, like glue. The weight is ling'ring longer, Not saying, like a 'Frump' And while I still won't say I'm 'fat' We'll say, I'm "Pleasantly Plump"

  Hasn't occurred yet, but with my eldest brother approaching 81, I am just preparing myself. The youngest in the family, Hard times experience, If everything is equal, They'll face the subsequence. "Tis true, the older siblings They see each new born child That comes into the family, Be they tame, or just wild. If all things, they are equal, And each child lives same years, The younger siblings, have it tough, And may shed MANY tears, ESPECIALLY as the years pass, For youngest, they will grieve When older siblings breathe their last, To second life, will leave. While older siblings realised, New infant, it was due, Would maybe even known the date Within a day or two. They KNEW there WAS new sibling, Perhaps, the gender told, The date whene'er the babe should come,  MAYBE, e'en yearned, to hold.     However, as the years pass by, This, NO ONE really knows, Th'exact date of departure, Whenever sibling 'goes'. Those older, never missed newborn, Before the...

I'd often heard from preachers, How one can FEEL His power, The ways He can and will speak Just at that NEEDED hour. The day that HE did call me Into His family,  I FELT His arms around me As Love, it  LIFTED me.  The speaker at our 'kids' church An invitation given, To stand during the next prayer, To learn more of this 'Heaven' I did not stand up purposely, Instead, His arms,    I  FELT Under my arms a-lifting, Then to HIS power, knelt. It's true, I too have "Heard" Him, At lowest ebb, in mind, "What will your parents think whene'er Your lifeless body find?"  T hrough written Word,  He ALSO,  To me did speak so clear  Judges 6:23 At right time, was so dear. Some surgery had been offered Removing part of brain, That from birth had been faulty Caused seizures,- what a pain. Unsure, least having some doubts, My fears, they were all calmed, When "Peace, do not fear, you won't die" In my mind, since, embalmed. To those who say...

V oraciousness, I t seems to me, L et me be, E ating free. E veryone V illianously I dolise L iving free L onely now I ronicly V aliantly E ternally? V oraciously.  E ating free I ndulgingly L ife's for me. Four differing words Used letters, same, Does show the differences With change of name.

It's definitely, FINALITY, The 'end' of what had been, No worries or concern now, Physically, left the scene. Though NEVER, from your memory, In flash, (s)he'll there, a ppear, Enjoy and DO embrace them, In your mind, (s)he'll be here. Cry, whene'er it's needed, In private, public too, Others, they will realise, Those moments, they ARE due.

  'Twas a calm but chilly morning, I sat down by the pond, Nearby the spreading cedar, My usual morning, fond.   That pond,  it was snow covered,  Though water, had not froze, The 'footprints' were a tell-tale That birds, they had arose.   Sang praise to their Creator, To them, I too did sing, The  Juncos and House Sparrows Did to me, greetings, bring. The wind was colder, yesterday, So few, there, to me, greet, Today, though, while still cool out, The Juncos, did me, meet. House Sparrows, Chickadees, and then  To my surprise, they came, Two Blue Jays just to see me.  Plus, Red Male Cardinals, same , THEY, list'ned to MY singing, To ME, they, better, do, But sparrow, small, seemed eager A chat, he wanted to. I COULD have remained longer, But fingers, they got cold, 'Tis just one disadvantage Of this thing, - 'getting old'. I went out this morning to sit by the pond, near the cedar tree, like I do every morning. The pond is snow ...

  The year was 1933, 'Twas in mid winter, bleak, A tiny infant breathed her first, Seemed no time, she could speak. The years, they passed so quickly, This babe, her stages, grew, From infant, child, teenager, Then adult, 'fore we knew. She studied well, at college, To 'teacher training' went, Not knowing then, throughout the globe, That she would soon be sent. First Nations, in Ontario, Then Nova Scotia, too, Across 'the pond', Somalia, And China, spent a few. Her passport, it was filling, But yet, she added more, Kyrgyzstan,Great Britain, Life sure was NOT a bore. When working days were over, Remained, that 'travel bug', With visits to Malaysia, U.K., did heartstrings, tug. The Far East, also welcomed, Even in retired years, The Maldives, even Germany, Now brings her 'joyful tears' So now, we send warm greetings, Decades have passed, a few, With you, we want to celebrate, You've now reached NINETY TWO                       ...

When speaking of Dementia,  Most people think ONE thing, Someone, drooling at the mouth, And memory, cannot bring.  Unfortunatly, they do NOT see The 'person true', inside  That aging shell of bones and flesh, Where memories do abide. SO many words are going through  Their mind, at such a speed,  The person, can't get right word out. Eventually concede To use whatever IS there, MOST times to us, seems daft, Though to th'one who's speaking, THEY wonder why you laughed. Then also, why you scoffed at The words, they DID attain, In fact, they still are  TOO smart,  Words wont stop, in their brain.

One NEVER realises  Impressions that were made By tutors in our youthful days By something that was said. Aged ten, going on eleven, Last year in Primary  school, One saying placed 'bove chalkboard, 'Twas teacher's 'golden rule' Our teacher, Mr. Howieson, A character, no doubt, A wicked sense of humour, Though would still 'call you out' Directed us, his pupils, In his class,  from day one,  When written 'comprehension'  On paper, should be done. IF, in our school work, written, In class OR when at home, Certain words we used there Be that, essay or poem. Most certain would be marked down, Attention MUST be paid,  To "Never use ' GET-a, GOT-a, NICE-a, LOT-a,  AND or SAID' "  

     Another year, beginning, new, Set things aright from start, 'Least that is what we hope to do, With energetic heart.    Resolve to do things better, Get fit, eat well, be kind, How long do resolutions last? Not too long, most will find.    I DID resolve some years ago, THAT, resolution, kept, For MANY years now, it has been, For at it, I'm adept. You see, my 'resolution' then, I'm sure you will agree, Resolved to 'no more of them make' 'Twas easy, that, for me.