A poem or two a month...

So many poems out there,

some happy and some sad.

Here's a few more that I found

and felt I had to add.

 

The list will grow as I find more

from families that I see,

I hope they mean as much to you

as they mean to me.

 

January

 

Dust If You Must

by Rose Milligan

 

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.

 

 

When I’m Gone

When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile. 

 

Forget unkind words I have spoken.
Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I’ve had loads of fun. 

 

Forget that I stumbled and blundered
And sometimes fell by the way.
Remember, I have fought some hard battles
And won, ere the close of the day. 

 

Then forget to grieve for my going,
I would not have you sad for a day.
But in summer just gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay. 

 

And come in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the west.
Stand for a few moments beside me
And remember only my best.

 

Remember Me

Don’t remember me with sadness,
Don’t remember me with tears,
Remember all the laughter,
We’ve shared throughout the years.
Now I am contented
That my life it was worthwhile,
Knowing as I passed along the way
I made somebody smile.
When you are walking down the street
And you’ve got me on your mind,
I’m walking in your footsteps
Only half a step behind.
So please don’t be unhappy
Just because I’m out of sight,
Remember that I’m with you
Each morning, noon and night.

 

 

February

Some Folk

Pam Nelson

Some people light up rooms with their laughter

Others can brighten the world with a smile.

Many will make you feel happy

By sitting nearby for a while.

 

Some folk can cheer up a cold day

With just a few words or a glance.

Others can make things seem better

If you just give them half of a chance.

 

But there are those whose whole life is a blessing,

Not just a moment, a smile or a word.

They make all around them feel special,

No person ignored or unheard.

 

They give all they have and then give more,

While helping somebody get through.

It’s not about thanks or for mention,

It’s something that’s in them they do.

 

And when it’s time that they sadly must leave us

We grieve … but also we smile.

We give thanks that our lives were connected

And were held in their heart for a while.

 

Remembering

Doreen Leitch

 

Things I remember as a kid

Things we said, things we did

Like swinging on lamp posts tall and high

Flying homemade kites up in the sky

News boys calling Star, News and Standard

And Sally Armies with their banners

Mums and dads talking in doorways

These are the things I remember always

Little girls playing with skipping ropes and hoops

Boys making sparks from the studs in their boots

Going off fishing with jam jars on string

Going on church outings, oh how we would sing

Waiting and longing for school holidays

These are the things I’ll remember always

The Gardener's Morning

By Howard Dolf


The robin's song at daybreak
Is a clarion call to me.

Get up and get out in the garden,
For the morning hours flee.

 

I cannot resist the summons,
What earnest gardener could? 
For the golden hours of morning
Get into the gardener's blood.

 

The magic spell is upon me,
I'm glad that I did not wait;
For life's at its best in the morning,
As you pass through the garden gate.

 

 

The Dash Between        

Ron Tranmer©

 

I stood there near the headstone

of one I loved, and cried.

Beneath his name was there engraved,

date of birth - and date he died.

 

The thought came quickly to my mind,

these years leave much unseen.

Far more meaningful to me

is the dash - which lies between.

 

The years within that little dash

live on in memory,

and represent the precious life

of one who’s dear to me.

 

In time I too shall pass away

and in the ground I’ll lie.

Will those I love and leave behind

stand at my grave and cry?

 

Our life here upon the earth

can end in but a flash.

Are we wisely using

the time within our dash ?

 

Do we look for opportunities

to do a kindly deed,

and show love and understanding

to those who are in need?

 

For If our hearts are full of love

throughout the time we’re here,

we’ll be loved by all who knew us,

and our memory they’ll hold dear.

 

And there upon our headstone,

shining ever bright and bold,

that little dash between our years

will be a dash of gold.

 

 

The Wren

Louis Tomlin

 

There's a Wren which lives in our garden

He seems to have made it his home.

All the day long, he’ll practice his song

And shows no inclination to roam.

 

As you watch, you can see his breast flutter

In the effort he puts in his song.

He's like a minute Pavarotti

And never a note he gets wrong.

 

The song he's continuously singing,

Is a song that doesn't need any words.

He's trying to say in his own modest way

“Look at me… I'm the King of the Birds!”

 

 

An Old Friend

Louis Tomlin

 

Oh woe is me and lackaday!

I've broken my favourite pipe.

I'll have to try and mend it,

And just hope it comes out right.

 

 

I've had that pipe for many years,

It's been a faithful friend.

So a minor mishap, such as this,

Our friendship must not end.

 

I'll try to find a piece of tube

And glue it all in place

And then I'll fill and light it

With a big smile on my face.

 

 

 

 

March

 

You Never Said I'm Leaving

You never said I'm leaving

You never said goodbye

You were gone before we knew it

And only you know why

 

We saw the outward smile

But not your inner pain

We never ever dreamt

That you would never smile again

 

So many times we needed you

So many times we cried

If love alone could have saved you

You never would have died

 

We pray your mental anguish

Will now forever cease

And that your deep anxieties

Will be replaced by peace

 

We love you and we miss you

With every passing day

And miss the fun and happy times

We shared along the way

 

We will in time remember

The good times not the bad

We remember when you laughed with us

Not when you were sad

 

It broke our hearts to lose you

But you didn't go alone

As part of us went with you

So your never on your own

 

Our thoughts are always with you

Your place no one can fill

In life we loved you dearly

In death we love you still

 

We want to tell you something

So there won't be any doubt

You're so wonderful to think of

And so hard to live without

 

Alternate version...

You Never Said I'm Leaving

No one seemed to notice
What you were going through;
We all just kept on seeing
The man we wanted to.

If we did not see
The pain that you were in
Or ask, or offer help
Forgive us for that sin.

 

Now we know your worries
Crease your brow no more
And your spirit rests in peace
Upon that distant shore.

 

And we in turn remember
The good times, not the bad:
We remember when you laughed with us,
Not when you were sad.

And laugh – we laughed often
For good times there were plenty
With jokes and songs and beer and wine
And a glass that was never empty

 

Like all the best friendships
Most valued when you win them,
Our lives have been the richer
Because you have been in them.

Instructions

Arnold Crompton

 

When I have moved beyond you in the adventure of life,

Gather in some pleasant place and there remember me

With spoken words, old and new.

Let a tear if you will, but let a smile come quickly

For I have loved the laughter of life.

Do not linger too long with your solemnities.

Go eat and talk, and when you can;

Follow a woodland trail, climb a high mountain,

Walk along the wild seashore,

Chew the thoughts of some book

Which challenges your soul.

Use your hands some bright day

To make a thing of beauty

Or to lift someone’s heavy load.

Though you mention not my name,

Though no thought of me crosses your mind,

I shall be with you,

For these have been the realities of my life for me.

And when you face some crisis with anguish.

When you walk alone with courage,

When you choose your path of right,

I shall be very close to you.

I have followed the valleys,

I have climbed the heights of life.

 

 

From Tomorrow

By an unknown child in a Nazi death camp

 

From tomorrow on I shall be sad.

From tomorrow on, not today, no!

Today I will be glad.
And every day, no matter how bitter it be, I will say:

From tomorrow on I shall be sad,

Not today!

 

 

April

Remember Me

Lynn New

 

No pain beyond, no tears, no fear.
No thoughts of death for I'm still near.
No hugs I know, nor sweet caress, 
But I'm still close to love and bless.
No quiet word, nor gentle touch,
But don't despair ~ I love you much.
No gesture kind, to show I care;
The veil's drawn, but I'm still there.
Grieve not too long ~ but look around,
In earthly things I shall be found.
A falling leaf, a growing tree,
In every breeze you will feel me.
I walk in life ~ death holds no pain. 
Be Reassured, we'll meet again.

 

 

Your Mother

Irene Connor

Although you cannot hear her voice,
Or see her smile no more,
Your mother walks beside you
Just as she did before. 
She listens to your stories and
She wipes away your tears;
She wraps her arms around you
And she understands your fears.

It's just she isn't visible
To see with human eye,
But talk to her in silence and
Her spirit will reply.
You'll feel the love she has for you.
You'll hear her in your heart,
She's left her human body, but
Your souls will never part.

May

 

If only I could?

Mark Dear

In a time of innocence, set amongst trees,
before you start thinking about the birds and the bees,
we bruised our flesh and skinned our knees,
as we fought our games under green canopies.

Soldiers we'd play and 'foxes 'n' hounds',
hiding in bushes, down flat on the ground.
Slow-worms and lizards we'd hunt without sound,
our parents would curse us for taking home what we'd found.

Trolleys were ridden and bikes we would race,
straining and struggling 'till you were red in the face.
We didn't want to leave there, so no time for grace,
Sunday lunch finished quickly, let's get back to that place.

Looking for fossils when the fields had been ploughed.
Laying head to head trying to bomb-burst a cloud.
Swinging on ropes and laughing out loud.
To stay friends forever, we all solemnly vowed.

But as we grew up we went our own way,
more things to learn, much less time for play,
but I know in my heart it will always stay,
when I think of those times, it brightens my day.

The mid-eighties winds flattened our wood,
no longer a canopy, where tall trees once stood.
I cried at their death, memories of childhood.
How I long to be back there, If only I could!

 

 

June

The Gift Of Music

She touched the ivory keys,

Each one she so gently played.

You wonder if she fully realized

The beautiful sound they made.

 

You could see it in her eyes,

The joy she got from each musical note

Playing old songs or new

Each key pressed with a loving dote

 

It was through music she brought happiness

To everyone for whom she played

Toes tapping, bodies swaying

As the beautiful sound was made

 

Played from the heart was what she did

and did it with such style.

You couldn’t help but want to sing

And you would certainly want to smile.

 

Those fingers are now quite still

No more for you will they play

But the musical memories will still live on

In your hearts they will always stay.

 

 

July

 

Why Worry

There are only two things to worry about,
either you are well or you are sick

If you are well,
then there is nothing to worry about

If you are sick,
there are two things to worry about,
either you will get well or you will die

If you get well,
there is nothing to worry about

If you die,
there are two things to worry about,
either you will go to heaven or hell

If you go to heaven,
there is nothing to worry about

But if you go to hell,
you will be so bloomin busy shaking
hands with your friends
You will have no time to WORRY!!!

So, Why Worry?

 

August

 

Do Not Think of Me and Weep

Do not think of me and weep,

For I am all around; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

The diamond glints on virgin snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am that swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not think of me and mourn,

Because I am with you all in each new dawn.

 

 

September

Remember Me

by Anthony Dowson

 

Speak of me as you have always done.

Remember the good times, laughter and fun.

Share the happy memories we’ve made.

Do not let them wither or fade.

I’ll be with you in the summer’s sun

And when the winter’s chill has come.

I’ll be that voice that whispers in the breeze.

I’m peaceful now, put your mind at ease

I’ve rested my eyes and gone to sleep,

But memories we’ve shared are yours to keep.

Sometimes our final days may be a test,

But remember me when I was at my best.

Although things may not be the same,

Don’t be afraid to use my name.

Let your sorrow last for a while.

Comfort each other and try to smile

I’ve lived a life filled with joy and fun

Live on now, make me proud of what you’ll become

 

 

October

 

Back In The Days

Back in the days of tanners and bobs,

When Mothers had patience and Fathers had jobs.

When football team families wore hand me down shoes,

and T.V gave only two channels to choose.

Back in the days of threepenny bits,

when schools employed nurses to search for your nits.

When snowballs were harmless; ice slides were permitted

and all of your jumpers were warm and hand knitted.

Back in the days of hot ginger beers,

when children remained so for more than six years.

When children respected what older folks said,

and pot was a thing you kept under your bed.

Back in the days of Listen with Mother,

when neighbours were friendly and talked to each other.

When cars were so rare you could play in the street.

When Doctors made house calls; Police walked the beat.

Back in the days of Milligan’s Goons,

when butter was butter and songs all had tunes.

It was dumplings for dinner and trifle for tea,

and your annual break was a day by the sea.

Back in the days of Dixon’s Dock Green,

Crackerjack pens and Lyons ice cream.

When children could freely wear National Health glasses,

and teachers all stood at the FRONT of their classes.

Back in the days of rocking and reeling,

when mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling.

When woodwork and pottery got taught in schools,

and everyone dreamt of a win on the pools.

Back in the days when I was a lad,

I can’t help but smile for the fun that I had.

Hopscotch and roller skates; snowballs to lob.

Back in the days of tanners and bobs.

 

 

December

 

The Magic of Christmas

"Joy to the World", the carollers sang out

as last minute shoppers scurried about

desperately seeking that one special gift

that would give Christmas morning a magical lift. 

 

As an old man stood standing listening to the song,

midst all the madness of the bustling throng,

in a shaky hoarse voice he began to join in

singing the words of the famous old hymn.

 

One by one people stopped with their madness

to join with the old man for a moment of gladness.

By the time the carollers finished with singing the song

the whole throng was united as they all sang along.

 

As if by magic from out of the sky

church bells rang out from a chapel near by.

And when it was over the people greeted each other

with messages of good will they shared with one another.

 

You see that magical lift the shoppers sought for so long

was not in the buying or scurrying along.

That magical gift so desperately sought

was the Spirit of Christmas - which could never be bought.

 

 

Missing You At Christmas

Every day without you
Since you had to go
Is like Summer without sunshine
And Christmas without snow

I wish that I could talk to you
There's so much that I would say
Life has changed so very much
Since you went away

I miss the bond between us
And I miss your kind support
You're in my mind and in my heart
And every Christmas thought

I always feel you close to me
And though you're far from sight
I'll search for you among the stars
That shine on Christmas night

 

Deck the Halls

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

I’m told it’s the season to be jolly?

Goodwill to all

And lots of laughter

You will have fun you will, by golly!

 

Silent night, holy night

Is all really well? Is all really bright?

I see the food, 

and gifts and sparkles

and try so hard to see the light

 

Away in a manger no sleep in my bed

Sweet memories spill over as I lay down my head

I dream of your face

And remember your smile

and know that there’s plenty more tears to be shed

 

Ding dong merrily on high

In heaven the bells are ringing

And so they should 

For you are there

Every angel should be singing!

 

And I am here, and Christmas has come

There’s food to prepare and shopping to be done

I’ll carry you with me through the days and the nights

Holding you tightly, your memory bright

And Christmas day survived will be another battle won.