Lego and lost teeth and Kit-Kat wrapper art,
Are souvenirs of my childhood that clutter my heart…
Noxious felt tips in ten shades of ochre
And monkey bars I never could conquer
And walks every morning and stories each night
And a kiss on my head before you turned out the light
Learning to draw and forced into swimming
Pride for my efforts and praise for my winning
Rides on your shoulders to reach for the “moon”
And adventure days out that ended too soon
And two balls of fur that rolled out of a crate
And playing Houdini and staying up late
A hamster named Speckles and the locket you bought
When my sister was born so I’d know that you’d thought
Of me too and wouldn’t forget me.
And likewise, I’ll never forget, not any of this.
And every day that I live I will reminisce
On these memories you gave me and so much more
And it’s all of these things I want to thank you for.
After all, cradled in whose arms did I first find the peace,
To be calmed into stillness, to cease even to breath?
@ 2014-03-07 – 17:49:08
Lego and lost teeth and Kit-Kat wrapper art,
@ 2014-02-28 – 18:16:08
After we’d left the restaurant, my eldest daughter noticed that she’d been texted by her Mum…
They’d been a car accident!
Apparently my youngest two had been in the car when someone had driven into it.
My son was alright but my little girl had bumped her head and hurt her arm…
I quickly said goodbye to my brother, then we dropped my eldest back at her flat before driving to my parents.
Once there, I borrowed my Mum’s car and drove home.
No-one was there and my wife wasn’t answering her mobile phone.
I drove to our local hospital and was relieved to find my wife and daughter there.
I was angry because I'd not known what had been going on.
My wife was angry because she thought I should have gotten there quicker.
My little girl merely looked tired.
Her arm was fine and the doctors soon dischareged her.
I walked them back to our car.
I could see no real damage but my wife couldn't explain the situation as she wasn’t speaking to me.
@ 2014-02-28 – 18:07:29
My brother and I pretty much share a birthday.
He was born almost exactly two years before me.
Only one day separates us.
OK, one year, eleven months and twenty-nine days.
My parents took us out to a fancy Italian restaurant along with my eldest daughter.
It was fancy and fun with lots of little portions designed to share.
Everyone had a good time and we all left with smiles on our faces.
@ 2014-02-28 – 18:01:36
Actually I’m being unfair about my birthday.
I met up with my eldest in town and we shared a birthday fry-up in a café near her flat.
I’m generally not a big eater but I do like café food.
Sausages, fried eggs, baked beans etc.
I’ll happily fill my plate.
It was good sharing a late breakfast with my eldest daughter.
Even better, she’d written a poem for me and made it into a plaque.
(Purple of course.)
@ 2014-02-28 – 17:51:46
As I was walking my little girl to school, I noticed some cars for sale outside the cinema.
Second hand ones but still…
I could do with a second car.
A workhorse for long trips and taking the dog places.
On inspection though, despite me having some spare cash, it was too old for the price asked.
@ 2014-02-28 – 14:09:18
Until recently, I was a member of an (just-for-fun) investment club.
It was really just an excuse to meet up with a group of old friends and get drunk.
Somehow though we even managed to make a profit.
Unfortunately one of my friends desperately needed his money back and had to drop out of the club and take his money with him.
Without him, the club felt hollow so we agreed to sell all the shares and close the club.
We all got about £3,000 in the end.
Annoyingly, within three months, most of it had simply evaporated.
@ 2014-02-28 – 14:03:44
My little girl won a place in her Netball team and she had her first away game.
As I had to collect her, I went early and took my Mum.
I’m aware of my little girl’s athletic ability but I was surprised to see how good she really was.
She was playing defender and I actually felt sorry for the other teams forwards.
My little girl is actually pretty tall for her age and whenever the other team tried to pass the ball to their forwards, my daughter would somehow, reach out and grab the ball mid flight.
Again and again she did this.
The ball would then fly back to mid-field to be carried up to our forwards.
Unsurprisingly, my daughter’s team won.
I was proud but her Grandma was beaming!
@ 2014-02-28 – 13:57:34
I finally buckled and allowed my wife to take my little girl to a tutor once a week to help prepare her for her entrance exams.
I don’t agree with tutoring children out of school but her entire class are doing it and places in these schools are few.
My wife was given the number of a retired teacher and she went after school on Wednesday, while I looked after her little brother.
When they came back, I asked her if it had been helpful.
I was surprised when she told me that it had been brilliant.
Fair enough then, one after school ‘help’ session a week until her entrance exams are over.
@ 2014-02-20 – 16:26:45
I ignored my birthday again this year and the day passed unmarked and unremarkable.
@ 2014-02-20 – 16:24:45
My son has always been a fussy eater but now he's starting to refuse to eat meat.
I can sympathize to a point, as he’s made the link from cuddly animal to burger.
Still, he needs to eat a balanced diet while he’s growing.
Fruit, water, milk, vegetables, meat and fish.
Despite my wife being one, I don’t know enough about vegetarianism to keep him safe.
My wife’s diet is terrible and I’m sure her health is going to suffer because of this in the future.
Also, I can’t allow my son to dictate what he’s prepared to eat.
If I give in to him now, how will he behave when he’s bigger?
Perhaps I should let him survive on crisps, sweets and ‘Sugar-frosted coco-bombs’?
At least I’d still be able to overpower him if he becomes a glassy eyed, eighteen-year-old, pot bellied, skeleton.