Family Poems (502)

It is almost time
for school you see.
A little quiet will
come in the the
house for me.
A little bit brighter
you will be.
For friends you will
gain day by day.
A new one each step
of the way.

Jan & Ken was a couple from the uk 
Who decided one day 
On an adventure they would go 
They acquired two mopeds although they were slow 
To Australia they would ride 
Their peers comments were snide 
People thought these two we're mad 
They were expected to return beaten and sad
So off they went on their quest
To reach Australia they'd do their best 
Ken led the way on his moped that day 
Their excitement was great and sure was true 
The adventure began and their bond grew 
Across many countries they travelled because 
They wanted to come to a place called Aus 
On arrival Jan looked in awe 
As she thought to paradise shed opened the door 
They travelled about the Aussie coast 
To see just where they liked the most 
Before long they were up north east
Ken in the mines the job he liked the least 
Ken worked hard to blasting underground 
Whilst up there then suddenly they found 
Jans stomach began to form a mound  
Not long after a girl was born 
They decided they would name her Claire 
She was a pretty little thing small and fair 
So then there was three 
Jan and Ken had began their own family tree 
They travelled again to Brissy they went 
A stalk flew in and a boy it sent 
They named him Heath 
He was a big lad, in birth he gave Jan all sorts of grief 
So now there was four, the tree had grown 
This was predicted by a palmist they'd shown 
That their prediction was right 
They had some sort of strange insight 
They also had an old truck 
So In the back of it they snuck 
A crib a bed and a kitchen kit 
The two kids bloody loved it
Could sleep and eat and travel around 
Untill finally Adelaide was the place they found 
Lived in a house on Stanford street 
It was right  in town it's here they'd meet 
New friends and foes 
They'd experience some highs and lows 
Let's buy a house they said one day 
So they did just that and we're on their way 
Off to Hackham they went 
On a house their money they spent 
the kids would school and grow up there 
Lots of fun and good time they shared 
As Ken & Jan worked on their plan 
To build something only a tenacious man can 
They bought some land in a paradise cove 
Called Pt Willunga it's here they'd move 
They  built a mansion to be precise 
A house with three levels would suffice 
Its was a mission for Jan and Ken 
A job so large would of broke many men 
Here again people sni**ered and said 
They're mad they'll both end up dead 
But failure was not a word they knew 
And sure enough a house and garden grew 
Claire and Heath loved it there 
They ran amok without a care 
So after all doubters along the way 
This is what they could say 
Here we are next to the beach 
In a great house to most out of reach 
After all these things married they never
Now was time to seal their bond forever 
So off they went to seal their bond 
To live by the seaside in a place they are so fond 


Happy Anniversary Mom n Dad love you both xxx

From Princess-Diana genes
though William and Kate
son George makes his way
into the world of royalty
bringing to life dreams
each Commoner dreams
of the world a better place.

His cries are the cries of nations
asking darkness to yield to light
a morsel to be fed, water to sip
swaddling clothes, safe and tight
growing pains shared, by love surrounded
playful moments in which to delight
future to live, safe, well-grounded.

So much weight placed upon
shoulders of our gentle youth
to right woeful wrongs yet done
spread hope, promise of truth
innocence becomes its purveyor
wears precious prince-charming smile
silver-spooned, wrapped in lace.

Welcome George Alexander Louis.
In world history, make your place .

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
my mama getting older
it a lot on my shoulders
as I walk close by her side
her hair turn gray
but she still fun in lots of ways

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
her walk a little off
but her skin still feel so soft
and she still got that
sparkle in her eyes,

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
as I lay down and to sleep
I pray my mama
safe God will keep
as the years seem to go flying by,

Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
that as I am growing older
I seem to be growing bolder
our mothers need us now
more than ever
so from her I don't want to hear
I am getting older my dear,

Cover my eyes
Cover my eyes
tell me this is a lie

To my sis 
My first memory consists 
Of you and I playing in the sun
At Stamford St and having fun
As kids we had such great times 
You were helpful, loving and kind 
Memories of days at the beach 
As we ran around smiles on us each 
Collecting shells in the sand 
These I still hold precious in my hand
Of course we argued and such 
But really not all that much 
We then grew to be in our teens 
Still as close as we'd always been 
We ran amok and caused trouble 
When out together the trouble was double 
Times together experiencing new things 
When looking back happiness it brings
So many good times but we also had bad 
There were times that were pretty sad 
But I always knew you my sis 
Would be there for me no matter what the risk
Then we entered the twenties 
In this time there was smiles a plenty 
I remember when will was born 
I sat there waiting in worry till dawn 
You had such a hard time then
I saw his little face that's when 
I looked at you as a mum 
As a mum your just as fun 
You have a special warmth and way 
With your kids I have to say 
Then along came Beth and Nick 
With them thank god you wernt so sick 
You and James are great together 
You've both been there for me and I'll be thankful forever 
You've also made me proud 
To be Will Nick and Beth's uncle this I say aloud 
Will such a caring lad so strong 
As a big brother he belongs
Nick so cheeky and smooth 
With out a doubt he's one cool dude
Beth our little princess 
So pretty she melts me with her cuteness
James Will Nick and Beth
To have my Sis your truly blessed 
In closing I'll just say 
I look forward to many more days 
Creating memories together 
Cos your my Sis stuck with me forever 
Happy birthday 
Love ya bro x

What's in a name?
Some say it tells
your nationality.
I say it is the gift
that your mother
gave you beside life.
It is a special
present that is
just for you.
Some may not like
the wrapping it
came in or the
present itself.
God does not make
mistakes your name
is precious to HIM.
Just think of that
the next time you
say i do not like
my name.

Mother,
your boy is crying
alone in the darkness,
his tears run fast and hard.
How sad his expression,
emptied,
isolated,
powerless.

Father,
your son falters
from shame,
the game you both played
had no winners.
Rules were unfair,
short on sympathy
and high with anger.

Sister,
your brother regrets
the guilt of fights,
no light in our relationship,
no one talks,
only mocks.
We live light years apart.

There is a quiet storm emerging
and the shadow in the corner
weeps.
Your brother sits
his tears in tatters,
batter up.
Sister, look at him,
our past continues to leak.
These thoughts haunt,
taunt,
and the stillness rapes my heart.

body in the grip of tearing pain,
Remember to breath, count, mind closed in for those few seconds.

Heavy, full feeling, pain and pressure, and suddenly..

You slide out and the pain is gone,
A small body is placed on my chest, wet and warm,
I look down and there is a cloud of soft hair,
A face and body of an angel with the smallest hands,
You move and seem to curl up into me and my heart swells.

You are the perfect person, and the wonder is you were made
Inside me.

You are MY perfect person and i will protect you always,
My gift.

she lays in the coffin on a pillow of silk,
The rich, deep brown wood like a frame, the cream silk stitched inside adds a softness, a soft pillow completes the bed.

Dark brown long hair flows over the pillow and frames the face of this angel, her skin looks like porclin and white as snow,
Her lips and cheeks rosy and the long lashes lay forever now on her cheek, eyes closed and ready for her long sleep.

Hands closed over her chest as if in prayer, the smell of vanilla, the scent she always used floating around her in a soft cloud.

Beautiful and at rest, a picture of perfection never to grow older, like a rose cut when it is in full bloom and displayed for the finest art works, then captured for all time for the world to see and remember.

Our rose, our snow white, our sister, our angel.