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A beautiful post from Geoff too good to miss.

Three words for my father, dad, the old man, that ********* arse, silly bugger….

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Father’s Day:The Quiet Man

HAPPY  FATHER’S DAY  TO FATHERS EVERYWHERE

I  make  no  apology  for  bringing  this  poem out  again, after all I only  had  one  father  and  this  was  the  first  poem I  wrote  about  him. 

A tribute to my Father  1905 – 1976

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He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man.

Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights.

A union man, a fighting for the under dog man, a “I’ll do it if I can man” .

He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman.

A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man.

A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did,

my Dad

He was an out in the open man. What see is what you get man, nothing  hid.

He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man,

A giver, comforter, a lover man. A home maker man some one to carry the can man.

A there until the end man.

He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man.

A happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man

An always there when it counted man. He was a father of the bride man, and he handed all his daughters away.

He was the man who supported his sons when they became the married men.

 

He was a support man, and adviser man the lover of lilies of the valley man.

He was reunited with my Mum man when they saw us all gone.

He was a plain man to the end man, not a flourish and bouquet,

Nor a black magic man,an honest to the end man.

He was a deaf man, but he heard what was important man!

At the end, a blind man, in stature a tiny man in truth a giant man.

A truly missed man , a wish you where here man.

He is a gone but not a forgotten man.

Image  of  the  Lilies 

Father

Father

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His hands are too big,
Like his heart and the love he has to give .
His fear is tangible but he holds the baby
His own his son a leader of men …maybe.
This life these eyes dependent on him
My boy my lad his heart begins to sing.
She just smiles as she watches.

An  old  fathers  day  poem from 2013 

If we were having Coffee: Sadness,Guns, Hospitals & Gardens

Welcome one  welcome all

 

Hello  everyone  welcome  to  the garden  we have a marquee  and  heaters, all the garden  furniture  has  been washed  and  I have put out cushions for your  comfort.

Well what  do  you  think  shall  we  chance  it . Now  as  always  we have  tea  and coffee  from all over  the world not to mention all our cakes  and muffins  and  as Paul  calls  them sweets! Every single  one  is  calorie  free! Plus of course  we now have spirits  and liquors  to warm the coldest of  you.

If we were having  Coffee: I would ask  you what  has been going on in your world this week, has  anything  deeply affected  you, have  you need a sympathetic ear, a shoulder to cry  on or  just  needed someone  to make  you laugh! If  yes  feel free to talk it out  here  with us. We will all help if  we can.

Join in !

If we were having Coffee: I would  remind  you  that  there  are lots of  other  coffee mornings  all shared  and organized  By  Diana  and  Gene’O  over at,Part time monster  

If  we  were having  coffee: Well it has  been  a busy  week  with  alot going on, where  to start? Lets  look  at  world affairs  mainly  the  Charleston church shooting in  which  a 21yr old  man , Dylann Roof shot  and  killed  nine people. He  sat  and  pretended  to  be  taking part  in  the  service  for an hour and  then  he  shot  people in  cold blood.

I truly believe  that  guns should  be totally  banned. The  licensing  laws  must  be  made  stricter  and  more  rigourous  tests  and investigations  need  to  made  into  anyone  wanting  one! I believe  that no one needs  to  have a  gun, only  those who need  a gun  for their  work  and  then  those  guns  should  be  securely  kept  at  the place of  work! America   you  are  no longer pioneers  you  do not need  guns . I  do know  that  all  countries  have  this problem  to larger  and  lesser  degrees  but  please  it  should  not be  as easy  to  buy  a gun  as it is  to buy  your  weekly  goceries!

I  am speaking  from  an English  perspective   but  our ordinary  police  do  not  carry  guns. Armed police  are  a  separate  part of  the police service   and  you  see  them  at  airports, ports  and in London or locally  if  armed  officers  are  called  for….. In fact the  last  time I  was up  near Buckingham palace I  saw  armed police  and I was  shocked  and surprised. Anyway  I  have no  say  in  what  laws other  countries  have,  it is none of  my  business  but I  still had  to  throw in  my  three halfpence.

On  the  same  subject I read  that  the Emanuel AME  Church  is opening  today  for  a service of  solidarity and rememberence   for  the  relatives of  the dead. I  believe  that  all  the churches  will ring  their  bells in support. This  madness  and hate  must  stop  it is  like a cancer.

Only  last  night  there  were deaths  and  serious  injuries  in  West  Philadelphia read  here about it .  Everyone  needs  to  stop  and  think  about  what is  happening  and  why  is it  happening  ….. sorry  I  am still ranting I  must  stop  now.

Where  are  my  manners  If  we  were  having  coffee:  I  would  say  do  let  me  replish  your  cups  or  pour  you  something  stronger if  I  have  bored or enraged  you !

Light refreshment

Now  what  has  been  happening  on  the  home  front ,  well one of  my  sister’s  has been in hospital  for  the last  two months , down in the West Country. Well a fortnight  ago  she had a heart  double bypass and  two valve  repairs. She  was in intensive  care  and  then  a hight dependancy unit  for  ten days, having  been  already  in hospital  previous  to  that for  six weeks  she  was in need of  family! We could  not  visit before because  she had  been  very  sick  and  at one point  she  caught  the Norovirus .

My  eldest  sister  wanted  to visit  her  as  well  so  the husband  kindly  said  we  would  drive up  to  her  house  ( she lives up North )  and  we would  stay  the night  before  driving  down  to the West Country  the  next  day. My  sister  had offered  to  come  to us  by  train but  it  was a  long  and  complicated  journey. Any how  we  made  the  trip  and  visited  the sister in  hospital  and  stayed  over  two nights ,  she  looked  better  than  we expected  and  she perked up  a lot  when  we  spent  time  with her. We  did not like  to leave  her  but  good news  since  we  have  returned  home  she  been taken  from the large  hospital,  she was in when we saw her, to  her local  hospital  where  she knows the staff  and her  friends can visit her  easily . Here  are  a few of  the  sights  we  saw .

Such a tall tree!

Such a pretty tree

An old water mill

If we  were having  coffee : Let  me  get  you  some  more cake before  I take  you  out  to see  the veg garden …I know  yawn…yawn   but  this  year I thought  a weekly  garden update  might  be fun….. or maybe  not , if it is  boring  you  just  tell me!

Tomato alley honest they have grown!

Flowers on the toms

Beans and potatoes

Amazing how the beans know to climb!

Roses being nosey

Hello reds!

Beans

Potatoe flowers

are they not pretty?

Promise of fruit

pretty yellow

and the extra beans

Well If  we  were having coffee : I tell  you that it is  fathers  day  here  so I  wish  every  Dad  who is  celebrating  today  a very  special  day! I  am off  to cook  a special meal  from  hubby  the boys  have all been in touch  and  so he is happy!

hehehehehe

 

If we were having  coffee: Shall  we  all go  across  and  see Paul  and  all his  guests ,  we need  to  encourage  Paul  to  start  writing  a  book  about  the  nitty  gritty  of  dialysis and  all the  wonderful  little incites  he  gives us  weekly  of  his treatment  highs  and lows. It  would  be  a great  help  to many  even those  who  are not even going through  treatment! Also  all the lovely  little assides  of  people  he meets  while  at  the hospital …come  one lets  twist his arm , gently of  course!

Once  again I  thank  you  all for  visiting  me  and Paul  too  we love to  see you  and hear  what  you have to say  and  we hope  you will join us again next  week! Hugs  to you  all!

Do  all stay  and  be comfortable   we love  to see  you  all.

 If we were having Coffee Original idea  from  http://parttimemonster.wordpress.com/

And of course  the

IF WE WERE HAVING COFFEE:  WEEKEND COFFEE SHARE

over at Part Time  Monster  and Gene’O’s

I love coffee

Father’s Day. An Acrostic and A Poem.

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First and foremost  he is constantly there

Always ready  to support you, comfort  and to care

Tough when needed and loving too

Hoping  always  the best  for you

Everlasting patience where you are concerned!

Rooting  in corner praising  you highly  for the accolades you’ve earned.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

 

 

Father

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His hands are too big,
Like his heart and the love he has to give .
His fear is tangible but he holds the baby
His own, his son. A leader of men …maybe.
This life, these eyes dependent on him
My boy my lad his heart begins to sing.
She just smiles as she watches.

A Quiet Man

A tribute to my Father  1905 – 1976

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He was a quiet man, he was a helpful caring man.

Handsome in his youth a dashing man,a fighter for rights.

A union man, a fighting for the under dog man, a “I’ll do it if I can man” .

He met my Mum, a wooing man, a handsome flashing eyed Irishman.

A black haired almost wild man, a stand up for what I am man.

A good man to trust your life to and my Mum did,

my Dad

He was an out in the open man. What see is what you get man, nothing  hid.

He worked hard he was a family man. A sturdy, bring home the wages man,

A giver, comforter a lover man. A home maker man some one to carry the can man.

A there until the end man.

He was a stern man, when you had done wrong, though he was a quick to praise man.

A happy to teach you a lessen in a song man. A teacher man,sometimes a preacher man

An always there when it counted man. He was a father of the bride man, and he handed all his daughters away.

He was the man who supported his sons when they became the married men.

 

He was a support man, and adviser man the lover of lilies of the valley man.

He was reunited with my Mum man when they saw us all gone.

He was a plain man to the end man, not a flourish and bouquet,

Nor a black magic man,an honest to the end man.

He was a deaf man, but he heard what was important man!

At the end, a blind man, in stature a tiny man in truth a giant man.

A truly missed man , a wish you where here man.

He is a gone but not a forgotten man.