johnsbucket 10 #1 Posted August 17, 2014 On his balding head would sit his flat cap, Underneath it was this amazing Chap Big man must of been fifteen stone plus, Proud as punch and didn’t like fuss, Military background made chief technician, Got a silver tray for twenty seven years as recognition, Friends, well everyone knew Gentleman Jack, He would have given even a stranger the shirt off his back, The most selfless person that I have ever known, To me a Dads love was all that was shown, His favourite tipple Cyprus brandy, Five kings it was called, he could drink it like Shandy, He would pour a large one with Canada Dry, Even do a little glass for me to try, Had to make do as money was always tight, Would call bingo after work, nearly every night, Remember when electric was cut off, an unpaid bill, Was a true test of his pride, character and will? Car batteries where charged and provided light, Also one would be put aside for telly at night, Dinner would be cooked on a portable gas Cooker, Even a Sunday roast, which right impressed mother, I’ll not be beat; we will go without nowt, In a few weeks I will get that bill sorted out, Two months passed, but he won the day, Finally had enough money for bill to pay, Told you he said, I knew we would get by, The only day I will be beat, will be the day I die. Johnsbucket Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
backwardben 11 #2 Posted February 13, 2015 :thumbsup:i do like this one john Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
earlybird8 10 #3 Posted April 1, 2015 Only just started browsing the forum again as I lost my dear wife in January. Like this one John. My old man's been gone for some 28 years now, and he was profoundly deaf, so it was difficult to convey my feelings to him, and although we had a great deal of love and respect for each other, after his death I felt that I had missed opportunities to tell him how much he meant to me, so I wrote him this poem entitled 'A Friend Indeed' A FRIEND INDEED From my earliest childhood memories, I recall him being there It’s such a vivid picture, for like me he’d not much hair To me he seemed a giant, though only five feet eight Though looking back he was quite small, for he never carried weight He laboured in a foundry till the age of sixty-three Working for a pittance to support his family And whilst the odds were stacked against him, he never would complain Though his hearty smile belied the fact that he was often racked with pain To say I was afraid of him would be gross exaggeration For what I then mistook for fear was, in fact, admiration To be half the man that he was, I felt was my ambition And I’m sure he’d be the first to say I’ve followed his tradition I learned so very much from him throughout my early years He’d encourage my enthusiasm and help allay my fears And when I needed guidance he always would respond So by the time I’d reached my teens we’d formed a very special bond He was never very wealthy, and at times the shelves were bare But if I’d changed his love for money then I’d be a millionaire And in his later years I felt that nothing would suffice To pay him back for all the times when he’d had to sacrifice So if you’ve got a pal like I had, just be sure you let him know Before time, your greatest enemy, demands you let him go Tell him your true feelings, how on him you still depend And just how much he means to you, both as a father and a friend Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...
evensus 10 #4 Posted June 24, 2015 (edited) Only just started browsing the forum again as I lost my dear wife in January. Like this one John. My old man's been gone for some 28 years now, and he was profoundly deaf, so it was difficult to convey my feelings to him, and although we had a great deal of love and respect for each other, after his death I felt that I had missed opportunities to tell him how much he meant to me, so I wrote him this poem entitled 'A Friend Indeed'[/Quote] I've not browsed this forum for sometime, so have only just read your post Tom. I'm so very sorry to hear that you've lost your dear wife. You must miss her terribly, after being married so long. I hope your children & grandchildren give you strength. The poem you wrote for your father is lovely. You certainly have a way with words. Edited June 24, 2015 by evensus Share this post Link to post Share on other sites Share this content via...