Pleasantly Plump

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"

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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

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 ...

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.

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