Perfection...

No matter where you are,

Near or far,

I’ll watch over you,

Here on earth or from a star.

If only my grandkids knew

What a dork their grandfather could be,

There’d only be a few

That’d acknowledge their grand-daddy.

Our kids weren’t so lucky,

They had to grow up with ol’ dorky,

But after all that’s said and done,

I’m glad I married this one.

Kids, you know I love you all.

You also know how difficult I can be.

Your daddy, he was always at my beck and call,

Moving mountains just to please me.

Jenny, you say your boyfriend doesn’t notice as much,

Like when you wear new ear-rings and such.

Your daddy was the most observant man

And if anyone can spot a hair out of place, he can.

Sure, we had our arguments and when we’d fight,

No matter if he’s wrong or (ahem-never-ahem)right;

He’d apologise, do the chores, and cook all the meals;

Do you kids still remember him picking you up for lunch between his business deals?

I remember when we used to go to the park,

He’d pack for us a picnic just because I fancied it;

And, Jerry, remember when you fell and grazed your knee chasing a lark?

Daddy kissed your wound and it didn’t hurt a bit.

Oh, I could go on for days,

Telling about the wonderful man I wed.

About the many different ways

He made me happy and not just in bed.

He remembered important dates;

Our anniversary, my birthday, your birthdays,

Your piano recitals, your sport meets, all our medical appointments;

Oh, he made my life so easy in countless ways.

I still remember telling him

About my dream of being a writer.

He set up an office and filled it with books to the brim

He then said to me “As long as you’re happy, nothing else will matter”.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end.

He fell sick and I was lost.

Doctors said it was cancer.

“Save him”, I said, “Save him no matter the cost”.

I still remember the cold, stormy night,

When your daddy

Held my hands tight

And softly sang to me.

No matter where you are,

Near or far,

I’ll watch over you,

Here on earth or from a star.

F.A.M.I.L.Y.

For all the troubles that you'll face,
And all the untold disgrace,
May you find a friend forevermore
In those whom you adore.

Let not others bring you despair,

You may find solace in those who care.
It matters not, to whom you're born;
Stabbing backs make for more scorn.
Also, what use have you of crocodile tears;
Perhaps to abscond with the arrears?
Really, it matters not who you are,
It matters not if you've a huge car.
Verily, it'll all be for nought,
If your own family, can be forgot.
Let this be a lesson,
Every one of you who loves with a passion,
Give no heed to wealth and glory,
Earned, is the privilege of being called family.

Son...

Son,

I’m sorry for the life you’re given.

It’s not perfect nor as much fun;

At times, you may feel alone, alienated even.

Remember, even then,

That it’s not your fault.

People have just forgotten

About humanity and you’re feeling its result.

I’m sorry that one day,

I will no longer be by your side;

No longer holding your hand,

No longer able to give you a piggy back ride.

Yet, I hope these words will stay

With you every day

And that you may

Become a better man than I, in every way.

It’s never easy

To be without family.

So, should you ever find yourself too busy

Remember, family will stand by you in bankruptcy.

Money should not be the reason why

You betray your morals and cause pain.

Money can make it easier when you cry,

But even the richest can’t let you hug me again.

A man’s word is his strongest asset.

Keep it and he is reliable and honest.

Broken and he is deemed lower than a rat.

Remember, son, deliver all that you’ve promised.

Your hands are your strongest tools.

With them, you can build up or make fall.

Never raise them to girls or to fools.

Instead, use them for the good of all.

My pride was always my undoing.

My hope is that you not take after me in life.

There is no shame in backing down or losing.

Also, you know what they say about a happy wife…

Son,

There will be times

When you will get hurt,

But learn to forgive the ‘crimes’.

Pay no heed to those who mean you harm.

Those who love you and appreciate you

Will accept you whole as you are.

So, son, to thine own self be true.

Show Me a Sign...

Here we are again, my love.

Me talking to a memory from the past.

How are you, up above?

Was this the life you wished for me when you passed?

I know that if you see

What has become of me,

You’ll be dismayed;

Fret not, I remember the promises we made.

Sometimes, I wish you’ll show,

A sign to let me know,

That it’s alright to move on,

That you’re really gone.

Here’s something new;

Or not really, because you knew.

Being with me was hell for you,

But she says that it’s hell for her too.

Everything I do and say,

Seems to hurt her always.

In fact, just today,

She said I ruined her London, Venice and Berlin stays.

I know you have got more pressing matters

And more important souls to attend to,

But how can I not ruffle her feathers,

For I think I love her, it’s true.

She sets my heart a flutter;

When she talks to me,

I melt like butter.

Oh, the things I’d do to not make her angry.

Don’t get me wrong,

She has flaws as well,

But I’m willing to accept them.

Yet, on my mistakes she chooses to dwell.

I pray you’ll show,

The path I should go:

Back to you until we finally meet

Or indulge her every want and need?

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