Tuesday, 28 March 2017

To Popsy With Love

Brian, my Father In Law
Knew the philosophical score
As he did implore to the poor
To raise their steaks from being raw.

He had the wisdom to know to grow
Your heavenly peace of the sow
And to ensue what is to pursue
That flourished and grew anew.

He was a keen gardener, and nourished
What predominantly flourished,
But sadly he has dementure
A suffering partnership torture.

My mother perseveres, with tears,
As quickly passing are the years,
But she has a care to  humbly share
And tends to his needs of being a pair.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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