Rhyme & Reason - a reason to rhyme

  W e each have had a father, Full time, part time, unknown, But blessed are we, t'remember When deeds of love were shown. A stronghold, mighty fortress, A shelter in life's storm, Who never tires of caring With tender heart, and warm. But there is yet a father, The Father of all  men, HE wearies NOT when children Call on Him 'gain and again. And we can CHOSE this father, The epitome of LOVE, One who will never leave us,  'Tis Father God, above. Let us call on Him now.

  Once again I am in awe  At th'love our church does show, The 'serving' 'loving' actions They tirelessly bestow. NOTHING seems a 'burden' To those who display 'care' When needed, ANY reason, With TRUE LOVE, they'll be there. 'rrived home from work this ev'ning To find four PLUS at work A-tidying both gardens At HELPING, they DON'T shirk.

Of  late I have been wary Of  looming issues - "mind", Names, recent locations, have Been difficult to find Not too long after happening, Where once, had memory great, I'm fearing that A lzheimers Is looming at my gate . Have cared for many clients Who suffered this disease, And while in their minds they were Okay, 'twas clear to see That words were just  not coming, Their struggle, hard to view, So trusting that compassion Will be given by you. Some of those clients, younger, Not ALL, pensioner stage, Though, mattered not to carer, Whatever, was their age. The loving care still given, Respect at all times shown, Empathy, sensitivity, As 'twas one of their own. So, if I repeat often, Events that come to mind, OR, get stuck with a few words That I just cannot find, That you'll show me compassion, Have patience, WITH me, laugh, Make light of situation, Not make me think I'm daft. Don't think of me a "burden" Prefer NOT, be this way, I ask for ...

I'm looking out the window From my indoor steel home It's true, I'm fed and watered here No need to search, or comb For sustenance or liquid, I'm really cared for well,  Why, they've even provided me With my own calling bell. Though looking at that sky so blue,  I see, 'like looking' kind, Just larger, not as pretty as I am - least in MY mind. How I yearn to fly so high  To feel the breeze, see cloud, But sadly in this 'prison cage' I am just not allowed. But, Wait, They hurried out this morn., My  home they did not drape, They didn't even lock MY door I see a chance  t'escape. . . . . . . . . . . . I'm free at last and flying high The views I do admire, But since I am not used to this,  My wings, they start to tire. Why did I choose to fly away From my secure domain? Was cared for, loved and fed quite well, I SHOULD return, again. Though I do wonder if those folk Will even have me back? Or even if I will recall The returning flight track...

Just stayed a week with Pastor, Himself and his dear wife, I've honestly never witnessed Such LOVE in all my life. They played the role, 'Samaritan', Which comes so naturally, Another pair with 'gift of helps'  That's shown with love, so free. Just like the 'Good Samaritan' Renowned in 'one' of  'four',  For His care and attention, Their love stems from 'hearts core'. If THIS is love from humans, Just think what GOD'S love holds, The ONE who did create us, His caring arms  enfolds. .... ....Around us, each one, together, And NEVER will it change, 'Til with Him in His Splendor, We'll ne'er see its FULL range.

   This is my farewell message,   Know NOT when 'twill be read,   I KNOW,  that I'll not hear it,   For I'll be 'tatie bread'.  - [cockney slang]   'Tis true, I've had a good life,   Initially, poor health,   Though surgery, early thirties,   Life IS much more than wealth.   It's true, I had some humour,   MY sense, yours, may not've been,   But 'twas what I was 'blessed' with,   It was my 'humerus' gene.   Speaking of which, - WAS 'boney'   With very little  fat,   NOT for want of eating,    I REALLY enjoyed THAT.   I did enjoy the singing,   Church choir, Community,                Boy soprano, bass two, one,    Was all enjoyed by me.   And YES, I LOVED the poetry,   To me, it came so fast,   And while my body's mortal,   My poetry, it COULD last.   But NOW, with flawless body,   With Heavenly...

                     WHERE has customer SERVICE gone?               It NOW seems very rare,               Used to be it was the NORM,               ’Twas witnessed EVERYWHERE;               But NOWADAYS it’s D.I.Y.               From pumping gas in car,               To recently, “self checkout”                At local grocer store.              With recent ‘puter issues,               I phoned ‘tech’ companies,              They didn’t want to ‘come and check’              ‘Phone fixing’ for THEIR ease.            ...

When married, dad rode motorbike, Took mum to see her folk, My gran, it is reported, Asked dad this, as a joke. She'd really want a photograph, As pillion pass'nger, she So camera they brought down To see if she'd agree. She took the place of mother, Then posed, with dad afront, Next thing, did hap'; mum panicked,  "Ma mammy" ! ! ! !  - what a stunt. For dad started the engine, With gran, holding him tight, "Hold tight there ma" he told her, THAT day, 'twas her highlight. She LOVED the brief excitement, She loved my dad, e'en more, That love it was two sided, For gran, dad had high score.  

                                         composed with my own father in mind.  F amily orientated,   A drenalin abuzz,   T hey provide the vitals,    H elping, just    because.   E ven when exhausted, their   R ole of fatherhood,   S tays as top priority,   D a d,  just loves his brood,   A sking nothing in return,   Y ou, his child, his top concern.

M any mothers, not now here, O ften thought of, through the year, T imes, frequently, come to mind, H eavenly thoughts - the loving kind, E very action, we recall, R eminding us of love from  y'all, S ignificant  moments we evoke, D escribing th'love of special folk, A lways near, your memory brought,      Y ou'll live on,  in heart, in thought .