Friday, 31 March 2017

To Francis, My Mates Mother

Francis is getting on in years,
She's had a good innings,
Sadly she seeps tears
From eyes that are wavering.

She can hardly see, a travesty
While trying to watch the TV,
But she listens to the sounds
Which has no impairing bounds.

She used to work for a charity,
A blessing for all to justly see,
And she was a loving partner to Paddy,
Who respected very deeply she.

She has persevered through the ages,
And knows the Scriptures pages,
She has an ecclesiastical wisdom
Believing in the Blessed Son.

She has always been kind hearted,
And has seen some offspring departed,
She laps up her great grandchildren
Who are full of laughter and fun.

I respect her to the extreme,
She is very heard and seen,
She is a character to savour
Sharing wisdom from stormy weather.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 31/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.


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  2. Greetings. Thank you for your kind words, they are greatly appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read so many of my pieces. Glad you've enjoyed my poems. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.