More of my poetry.
Sam Sam And Irena Married on June 8th 2014 Nutting, Irena's surname in theirUnion of soulmates.Their parents led them up the aisle,They got married In Toronto, Canada.Now lets celebrate together and God Bless you both. Copyright Susan Worsey My Cousin John is my cousinOn whom I look up to.He is mg rock.Nutting is his surname. Never before have I felt so safe,Under his watchful eye.The day he saved my life To live againIn peace and harmony.Not as I was when Grieving for Mom and Dad. Copyright Susan Worsey The OrphansWe are the orphans of Africa,Left behind after our parents Were slaughtered.Killed for our Fathers TusksAnd the Ivory Trade,This business of yoursOh how it sucks. We are the orphans of Africa,Pleading our case.Stop all this killing and let Us live out our lives.In peace and harmony thatsAll that we ask. We are the orphans of Africa,Wanting justice for our Fathers.One question we are asking:"whatever did we do to thoseWho chose to murder our FamilyFor the Ivory Trade".May those who kill our loved onesLive out their lives with blood On their hands,And feel the pain and suffering They inflicted on us. Copyright Susan Worsey To the queen. (June 2012) To the throne our Queen ascended, 60 years she served our country. to one who stood strong during the dark days of war, like our Queen Mother, In her Jubilee year we give thanks May God Bless and Save Our Queen. Arthur Bostrom Arthur Bostrom, better known as Officer Crabree, Born 1955 on the 6th of January. Cafe Rene was his favorite haunt Saying: 'Good moaning, I have a Massage for you'. Arthur Bostrom became a household Name in 'Allo 'Allo, Helping Michelle of the resistence In his guise as a Police Officer. So Lissen very carefully, I shall say This only wernce: ' Arthur Bostrom, Alias Officer Crabtree, Thank you for entertaining us with Your broken English. Copyright Susan Worsey The Meeting Captain Stedythebuffs and his men Was sent to France on a mission. Working with the resistence, they helped the two Airmen get away. They went to celebrate their success at the invitation of the staff at Cafe Rene. Yvette & Mimi serving food & drink, Whilst Madam Edith entertains. Corporal Jones stood up and, in a Loud voice said: 'Don't panic, Don't panic' and proceeded to hand out Ear muffs to drown out the noise. Copyright Susan Worsey Cafe Rene The Brotish & Yonkies came to dine in Cafe Rene in 1945, Madam Edith was on hand to entertain the troups with her Singing whilst the staff had Cotton wool in their ears. The Brotish & Yonkies arose from Their chairs saying: ' Is there an Escape route, other than the stairs.' Rene, Michelle and Mimi escorted Them out offering a refund and a Bottle of wine - on the house. The Brotish & Yonkies returned many years later to Cafe Rene, Madam Edith now showing Of old age. Rene looked like time had stood still, until he said he was the son of Rene. Copyright Susan Worsey A Mother's Love. A Mother's Love is powerful & strong, It's ties that bond knows no bounds. The love that says: 'when you hurt, I hurt, when you fall, I will carry you'. A Mother's Love is powerful & strong, It goes beyond the grave when no longer around. It puts its arms around you when you need a shoulder to cry on. Its your shadow when you walk along life's path. Its your shield when trying to protect you A Mother 's Love - powerful & strong, It goes beyond the grave, Its love is eternal when that love is no longer around. Copyright Susan Worsey Looking Through the Shadows Looking Through the Shadows I see myself with Mom & Dad, Caring for each other in times of good & bad. Then the day arrives when we say our last goodbyes, memories are all I have left. Today as I look through the Shadows of my life, I know my parents never left me, They are right here, always by my side. (Copyright Susan Worsey) Remembering the Fifty Remembering the Fifty of long ago, Murdered in cold blood, not as the Germans said, trying to escape. Hitler, angered, he got his revenge, Wives turned widows - their children, fatherless trying to understand. Remembering the Fifty of long ago, Their bid for freedom was told in the Great Escape. Their murder left a bad taste in the mouths that were left behind, The Geneva Convention had been broken and justice sort. Justice was adminstered, the Fifty walks with the Angels, Their fight over, the war won. (Copyright Susan Worsey) The Last Goodbye - A Tribute You were my baby, forever wanting to be loved. Your brother and I miss you and the way You ran a lap round the table before Going out and about. You were my baby, nose-butting my knee When you wanted to be loved. Those Lullaby's remember? The memories will live on. You were my baby, when the end was near, I asked for forgiveness and you Gave me akiss. A kiss of forgiveness, a heart full of love, We said our last Goodbye When I sang a Lullaby. You were my baby, as I held you in my arms Until your eyes could no longer see. I thank you for the memories, I thank you for your love. But most of all, I thank you for the Happiness you have brought us. Barnaby, you have passed beyond the range of sight, into the glory of the morning light. Goodnight sweetheart - 'Mom' . Copyright Susan Worsey The Glamis Rose August, 2000 On the occasion of Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother's 100th Birthday As we turn back the pages of life, We see a 'wee lass' playing with her brother. My 'two Benjamins' their mother would Call them. Our Lady of Glamis you became to one and all When, with your sister, Lady Rose, welcome A soldier, wounded in the 1914-18 war, to Glamis whicch was turned into a convalescent Home for the duration of the war. With a kind heart and generosity of spirit, You and your family made life worth living For those wounded soldiers. Our Lady of Glamis, dear Queen of our hearts, Like the rose, you blossomed and won The hand of a Prince. Fate intervened and you and your Prince Became our King and our Queen. Your subjects looked up and admired you For the brave way you coped when the Palace was bombed, Those immortal woeds you spoke on seeing The damage; ' I'm glad we were bombed, I can now look the East End in the face' Will never be forgotten. Our Lady of Glamis, dear Queen Elizabeth, Our Queen Mother, Like the Glamis Rose, may you bloom in our Hearts now and always. Happy birthday your Majesty, Happy birthday to you. May God's Holy Spirit be always with you. Copyright Susan Worsey Murphy - A Tribute You were our rebel, a rebel without a cause, With us for 42 days. Uprooting plants, chewing shoes, Putting your head in a bucket of water. You were our rebel, a rebel without a cause, Loving and playful but - with a vicious streak, Brought mayhem as you went from room To room. Dear sweet Murphy, our rebel Without a cause. May you be happy in your new home Running wild, running free With two new companions, Miss Polly and Master Barnaby. Copyright Susan Worsey The Coleraine girls We've only known each other for a short while, With your Irish eyes and lovely smile, You called us ' The Coleraine Girls' when we kissed each other goodnight. Now those Irish eyes are closed, no more Will they smile up at me. My Coleraine Girl sleeps with the Angels, Looking down on her friends and the Daughter she loved. So, if you close your eyes and wish your Coleraine Girl is still here, Just open your eyes and see what She left behind. Copyright Susan Worsey FULL MOON When the Full Moon shines over the earth beneath and shadows creep, The wooden hills of Bedfordshire beckons. When the evening shadows fall And the sun has gone to bed, The Angels comes a calling. Four Angels at your bedside, Two at your head, two at your feet. Watch over you while you sleep. They are there tp give you comfort, There to keep you warm. copyright Susan Worsey. |
Here is my tribute to Barnaby's twin brother.
William - The Wind beneath my Wings. When you were a pup in want of a home, Our eyes met and I was hooked. I picked you up and held you in my arms, Your brother, Barnaby, was resting in another's As we took you home. Those Lullaby's - remember? Sitting beside you and Barnaby whilst Dad cleaned up after you. We laughed when you heard sirens from An ambulance, Throwing your heads back imitating the sound. The years went by and you and I Said our last goodbyes to Chancellor, Polly, Barnaby and Murphy - our friends And your brother. We grieved together You and I, we even Gave one another comfort when we felt sad. Dear William, my William, You became the Wind beneath my Wings, My reason for being cheerful on cold and Dreary days. I watched you as you were taken for a walk Each weekend - with a look of happiness and contentment on you face. Oh William , sweet William, Thank you for the memories, The sunshine you brought on cold And dark days. The love we shared with your twin, Barnaby, Dear William, my William, The Wind beneath my Wings. Copyright Susan Worsey Thoughts of Home My heart skips a beat when old days remembered, The Mountains of Mourne and the Isle of Innisfree - my shoes keep walking Back to you. My favourite memory of a little piece Of heaven is when we danced to Forty Shades of Green. Moonlight and Roses was the theme The night when you sang ' 'i'll take you home again Kathleen'. Blue eyes crying in the rain As old days remembered. Where London leaves me far, far from home. I know one song that reminds me of our Time together - 'Send me the Pillow you dream on', I've still got the Pillow and your family Still has you in their hearts. Written the day before Dad's funeral and read out by me on the day. Copyright Susan Worsey How could it happen? How could it happen ?, How could it be ? A tsunami taking the lives of so many. Mothers weep for their children, Fathers too, children left orphaned Lonely and confused. Survivors left traumatised - Their families relieved. Why did we survive, when so many died? The cry was heard . Nobody could tell them, Nobody said a word. The world responded - sharing their pain. Giving generously in the hope that The Phoenix will rise once again. They were thirsty - we gave them drink. They were hungry - we gave them food. Were homeless - we will give them shelter. The scars, like memories, will remain, The physical will fade. Those who lived through it will say To themselves over again; How could it happen ?, How could it be ? The day a tsunami took the lives of so many. Copyright Susan Worsey St Patricks day St. Patrick's Day is nearing its close, I'm here composing my prose. The wooden hills doth beckoned us, Please offisher, when's the next bus? Half past the hour, then carry on down the road Its a long way to Tipperary Paddy Reilly, I hear Over Finigan's Rainbow where Angels appear. Goodnight offisher, goodnight dear friend, Tomorrow is on the horizon, Just round the bend. copyright Susan Worsey. My Manjit My Manjit comes everyday,To dress, give me breakfast,Gets me ready for the day. My Manjit comes everyday,Gives me a body wash Twice a week - TuesdayAnd Thursdays. My Manjit, dear Manjit,You look after me.Makes sure I eat my foodAnd makes me a cup of tea. My Manjit, dear Mannit,My carer and friend.May God Bless and keep youFor all that you do. Copyright Susan Worsey . |