Cows Don't give Milk.

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 freely,

"YOU have to early, rise,

Each morning, 'round the 4 a.m.,

T'OBTAIN that creamy prize.

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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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