I thought I’d have another day
To say the things I want to say
But as you see it could not be
That I should say how much you mean
To me as you’ve been taken from
Us now before I got the chance
I didn’t pick up that telephone
To call you, though I just must own
Up to the fact that I did mean
To ring you, but I let my dreams
Of other things get in the way
So I did not call you that day
I missed my opportunity
To let you know how much you mean
I really hope you can still hear
My heartfelt prayer that you are near
Enough to me that I can say
I love you, rest in peace I pray _________________ IF YOU'RE GONNA BE OUT OF DATE YOU MAY AS WELL DO IT RIGHT
I beat them to it with the last one, I wrote the words while listening to Jammers ballad _________________ IF YOU'RE GONNA BE OUT OF DATE YOU MAY AS WELL DO IT RIGHT
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the garden to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."
"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Grandfather died in France ' on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gran always remembers."
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of Burma
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... the Union flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a trench with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
" So go back inside," he said, "harbour no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
PLEASE, would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many
people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our armed Service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. _________________ Keep Saint George in my heart
Keep me English
Keep Saint George in my heart i pray
Keep Saint George in my heart keep me
English
Keep me English till the end of day
My love grows deeper with each day
That you’re beside me, so I pray
That though your mind seems far away
Those memories we made along the way
Are still within your heart and soul
That you can know I love you so
Although you seem to wonder far
And time draws near that we may part
I pray that you will always feel
The love we knew throughout the years
For Ann and her husband _________________ IF YOU'RE GONNA BE OUT OF DATE YOU MAY AS WELL DO IT RIGHT
I wrote it for a very dear friend whose husband has advanced altzeimers although he is only 55 years old, to remind her that although she my be loosing a little more of him each day, their love for each other will always remain within their hearts _________________ IF YOU'RE GONNA BE OUT OF DATE YOU MAY AS WELL DO IT RIGHT
Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 4:04 pm Post subject: Becky/Mel's poem Window in Heaven
Becky/Mel's poem
this was wrote by my aunt about 5or6 years ago as a poem but we added music and it became a song
Window In Heaven
Once again I wipe the teardrops from his eyes
As my little boy looks up at me and cries
I love him more than anything how can I make him understand
That I don’t want to leave him but it’s out of mommy’s hands
And as I hold him close I promise him again
If there’s a window in heaven
You know that I’ll be looking down on you
Though mommy cannot stay
She can watch you as you play
If there’s a window in heaven
By his bedroom I could hear him as he prayed
Lord I know my mommy has to go away
I’ll try to be so brave you see even though I’m only seven
There’s just one thing I need to know
(spoken) Is there a window in heaven?
If there’s a window in heaven
You know that I’ll be looking down on you
Though mommy cannot stay
She can watch you as you play
If there’s a window in heaven
If there’s a window in heaven
If there’s a window in heaven _________________ IF YOU'RE GONNA BE OUT OF DATE YOU MAY AS WELL DO IT RIGHT
Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:39 pm Post subject: Farewell
Tommorow at 10am my Aunt Phyllis's funeral will take place, unfortunately due to circumstances beyond my control, I cannot attend, below is my farewell to her
Farewell
I cannot weep or heave a sigh
That God decreed that you must lie
Within his arms so safe and warm
Although my heart feel so forlorn
That though you know that we who mourn
Your passing from this earthly plain
I could not wish you back again
To suffer with such crushing pain
I wish that I had taken time
To get to know along the line
Of years that passed without a word
From me to you that you had heard
How much you meant to me you know
Although I never told you so
But now my aunt I hope you know
That I did really love you so
_________________ IF YOU'RE GONNA BE OUT OF DATE YOU MAY AS WELL DO IT RIGHT
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