My dad was a hard worker, Sole earner, twenty years, So mum could raise their children, All six of us "wee dears" As tradesman in a company, He, private work did, too, So they could "make ends meet" each month, Buy food, pay bills, when due. Aft. 'rriving home and eating, The paper, lifted he, Soon after, came the snoring, Was tired, 'twas plain to see. If television channels (Back then 'twas two, then three) We're changed, amid the snoozing, Instantly woke, did he. "Hey, I was watching that" came out, When told, asleep, he'd court, "I was just resting my eyes" Was always his retort.
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies