A beautiful post from Geoff too good to miss.

Three words for my father, dad, the old man, that ********* arse, silly bugger….
20 Jun 2021 18 Comments
in humour, inspiration, loss, love, photos, Poems Tags: Fathers day
A beautiful post from Geoff too good to miss.
Three words for my father, dad, the old man, that ********* arse, silly bugger….
19 Jun 2016 28 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Fathers day, My Dad, 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.
21 Jun 2015 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Fathers day, love, unconditional
Father
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
21 Jun 2015 11 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Fathers day, GARDENS, if we were having coffee, sisters, the Charleston Church shooting
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.
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 !
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 .
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!
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!
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.
And of course the
over at Part Time Monster and Gene’O’s
I love coffee
15 Jun 2014 13 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Caring, Fathers day, love, responsibility
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
~~~~~
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.
16 Jun 2013 47 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Fathers day, gratitude, love, Thanks, Tribute
A tribute to my Father 1905 – 1976
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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.
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