I see a hero

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She, never came back

Left him with four kids
..and a mortgage

She never cared that
it was all they had
She said ‘Sell the house’
’cause I want my share
from this marriage’

He struggled through the pain
drove him half insane
had to start again

..with his offspring

Breaking down car
a fridge on the blink
bills never ending
and no time to think

Up packing lunches
waking four sleepy heads
Then working full time
so they all got fed

Four little tearaway’s
running down the beach
sun streaked hair
and a surfboard each
Sure they were feral
with their mother gone
but when he played guitar
they’d all sing along

Time heals wounds
and a sense of humour helps
the best gift he shared with them
was ‘laugh at yourself’

Now his four grown kids
share the stories of their youth
touching and hilarious
and every one is proof
that what he gave was everything
to get them here today
A hero in my eyes is he
though wrinkled, old and grey

Remembering Jack

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The fifth of September,  his parent’s touched down

the first time they’d been to Phuket
it wasn’t a moment of joy for them both
but one they would never forget

Her eyes never smiled, she longed to believe
that somehow they had the wrong boy
Her beautiful son should be strong and alive
he’d always brought them so much joy

Five years is forever for parent’s who care,
did Jack know how much he was missed?
Was coming back home such a terrible thing?
Oh how could their lone son do this?

Welcomed by housemates from all walks of life
Stories and pictures were shared
Jack’s shell shocked parent’s were now in Jack’s world,
surprised that so many kids cared

His charm and his spirit, his mad sense of humour
Jack was amazingly kind
His daring, his warmth, and his constant good nature
he left a big fan club behind

Facebook was streaming from kids round the globe
Jack had touched all of their lives
So many reached out when they learned about Jack
..his parent’s had not realized

Jack couldn’t go home, he couldn’t go back
he couldn’t face life in that town
so Jack rode the wave on a mind blowing drug
ensuring he never came down

His funeral was open to all of Jack’s friends
Beds, food and drinks were provided
They came from all corners in tshirts and thongs
dad said ‘no dress code required’

And true to Jack’s style they all raised a glass
and laughingly talked about Jack
he would have been proud of the people he loved
and how much they all loved him back..

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Smash One and Smash Two

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My husband grips the handbrake
our firstborn clicks her tongue
She’s bopping to the radio
he asks
‘Who turned that on?’

He quickly kills the music
then tells her ‘take it slow’
Lesson number 21
okay so here we go!

‘Both hands on the wheel’
‘Give that cyclist space’
‘You took that corner way too fast’
‘Now this time use your brakes’

I see her in the mirror
looking at herself
I grip my seatbelt tighter
and worry to myself

She sees a friend oncoming
now’s her chance to shine
hanging out the window
she gives him the peace sign

My husband has a heart attack
and screams for her to stop!
he needs to ‘chill’ she tells him
then falls into a strop

My husband loves his grey hair
he says he’s earned each one
our kids can drive us…
Up the wall
but driving is not fun

When we have three to manage
Log books, fights and turns
both our girls have passed the test
Now sonny wants to learn

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The Ace In The Pack


That soup kitchen may be depressing
but she brings her warm sunny smile
She moves round that hall
with no judgement at all
insisting they stay for a while

She’s never too busy for kindness
she packs them some takeaway cake
and they’re unaware
of how much she cares
or how late she stayed up to bake

They all know her down at the garden
where produce is grown for the poor
she drops by most days
just to offer them praise
yes, she’s been a rock for them all

On Friday’s she’s up at the library
while those needing help sit and wait
she sorts out their tax
and asks nothing back
they all think she’s totally great

So next time you see her out shopping,
waving or stopping to chat
You’ll know what she’s worth
the salt of the earth
My mum is the Ace in the pack

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smack your kids

I know it’s controversial
but there are some things
that are worse still
than giving them a smack across the rear
It may offend your values
when their little eyes accuse you
and you know it’s bound to always bring a tear

The good book says a father
who doesn’t smack
-is rather
hating his own son
and doing wrong
So grab that wooden spoon dad
and let them know it’s not bad
to put them in their place
where they belong

A healthy fear of parents
makes for wiser kids with conscience
and you’ll find that your good stance
they will reflect
They may even thank you one day
for instilling in them fair play
and you won’t have just their love
but their respect

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Tattoo

Should I get a tattoo
with your name across my chest
or maybe on my shoulder
I could get our family crest

Should I be all rebel
and get skulls on my biceps
Maybe I’ll look bad ass with a
tramp stamp screaming ‘Sex’

Should I get a piercing
like a belly button ring
Or maybe pierce my eyebrows
I could really sport some bling

‘No’  you say disgusted
‘You’re too old’ 
‘It isn’t right’
‘You know you would look stupid’

(I was hoping you would bite)

But one day you’ll be my age
and that tattoo won’t wash off
It won’t age well, you mark my words

(But all you do is scoff)

Those spacers in your lobes
have left your ears a dangling mess
I’m sure they’ll look enticing
when you wear a wedding dress

You shake your head in anger
and you stomp off out the door
I may have won this battle
but sadly lost the war

(for my Carly pictured above 🙂

Not So Old

The kids have grown
and flown the coop
Hooray we’re free at last
We had them young
and it was fun
..the time went by so fast

But now it’s just the two of us
I know we should feel sad
But hey we’re forty
feeling norty
No more ‘mum’ and ‘dad’

Back pack’s ready
ticket’s booked
and passport’s set to go
Kid’s surprised
they roll their eyes
‘You’re too old’
‘don’t you know’

Europe in the Spring time
a tankard full of beer
riding bikes
and hillside hikes
we’re brimming with good cheer

Feeling like our younger selves
we plan on hiring quads
riding round
through little towns
I’ll share it on my blogs

So watch this space
it won’t be long
just 8 more weeks to go
The travel bug
is like a drug
it’s just the start you know