Monday, 19 June 2017

Christie & Brent

                     
                      
                       Your eyes are radiantly sparkling
                      My eyes are wet with tears
                      As I  look back through th'ages
                      Remembering special years
                     
                     When Pompa named you 'Pickle'
                     Though 'Dingle' lasted long,
                     With 'Queen' and even 'Spice Girls',
                     You would burst out in song.
                    
                     With Steph & Robyn on roller blades
                     Down our Boulevard,
                     Then you tried on my high heels,
                     But found that rather hard
                    
                    At the cottage on vacation,
                    Enjoying that black tire
                    Did Aunt Roz say you tipped it
                    To dunk me in the mire?
                   
                    You studied hard at college
                    A part of the ‘in crowd’
                    Working for the Police Department,
                    Pompa WOULD be proud.
                    
                    With high taste in your coffee,
                    And high class in your man,
                    You and Brent, united now,
                    Th’end to a perfect plan.
                    
                    And so I have some wishes, 
                    On this your special day,
                    Determination to make tomorrow
                    Better than today
                    
                    Hope to make you happy
                    And that, to keep you sweet,
                    Failure, to be humble
                    To keep you on your feet.
                    
                    Success to keep you eager,
                    Friends to comfort, give,
                    Love for one another,
                    An abundant life to live.
                    
                   And then, of course, in due time,
                   Now the nest, you’ve flown,
                   Hopefully, your old Nana’ll see
                   Children of your own.

Sunday, 18 June 2017

A Father's Blessing


                  As youngest son, I always sensed
                  From many of the brothers,
                  True or not, they’d put me down,
                  I wasn’t like the others.
                 
                 A few days prior to passing on,
                 A blessing I was giv’n      
                 From my beloved, aged dad,
                 Before he moved to Heav’n.
                 
                 His health was failing faster now
                 The family rallied ‘round,
                 My eldest bro from ‘cross the sea,
                 Was heading ‘homeward bound’.
                 
                While visiting, - a daily rite,
                To spend some ‘qual’ty time’,
                I mentioned ‘bout th'upcoming trip,
                I’ll ne’er forget this line.
               
                “You’ll not need me tomorrow night
                To visit with you, dad,
                Your number one son will be here,
                Of that you will be glad”.
               
                His response caused a tear to form,
                To hear it, I felt blest
                “You’re every bit as important,
                As any of the rest”
                
                Thank you, dad, 
                I NEEDED that assurance.


Saturday, 4 March 2017

Valerie Lorusso




Vivacious in demeanor,

Attractive, with fine class,

Loving all her family,

Eloquence, en masse,

Restrained, with calm assurance,

Intriguing, yet quite coy,

Everybody loves her,



Lavishing much joy.

Sunday, 6 November 2016

That's "Gib"


That's Gib



Generous and caring

Displaying love and cheer,

Witty yet affectionate,

In our hearts, you're held dear.



Loved with many friendships,

No matter where you'd go,

Never, since I met you,

Did I e'er see a foe.



You showed appreciation

For simple acts of care,

The fact that you've been taken,

It just seems so unfair.



We'll miss your caring outlook,

Your witty, cheery stance,

To tell how much we loved you,

Alas, some missed the chance.



Though now you're reunited

With Tina by your side,

Her passing tore your heart out,

That love, you could not hide.



It grieves us all to ponder

Why you were meant to part,

Though you're not in our presence,

 You'll aye be in our heart.

                                                          Colin Ross

Farewell my friend

Thursday, 5 May 2016

To Know, Know, Know Him


To know, know, know Him,
Is to love, love, love Him,
Just to walk His way,
In His will, to stay,
Yes. to know, know, know Him,
Is to love, love, love Him,
And I do, yes I do, do you?

When He died for me,
On that cruel tree,
He endured such agony
Just so He could set me free,
He rose again triumphantly
And He lives in Heav'n eternally,
He wants you and me there too.

Why can't men see
How vast His love be?
Some day He'll return
To take His own to Glory.

To know, really know Him,
Is to love, truly love Him
Live for Him each day,
In His will, obey,
Yes to know, know, know Him,
Is to love, love, love Him
And I know, He loves you too.

Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Fare thee well



The Bebees, they've departed
To pastures old - yet new,
They were in a dilemma
Of what was right, to do.

They prayed and sought out wisdom
From Father God, above,
Knowing HE would show them
His guidance, with His love.

Four years as guiding shepherd,
At Northside Baptist Church,
Passed torch on to another,
Didn't leave us in the lurch.

We'll miss your kindly faces,
 Reflecting back, we'll pause,
For those we know as "Bebees"
Have now become "Waswas".

So enjoy your new adventure,
In His will, be you bound,
And trust in His unfailing grace
That His "Glorious Love" be found


                                                       Colin Ross