A WEE DROP

A WEE DROP

'twas a just wee drop, yor'oner

just  a wee drop..

with a house full of dotes 

and my man oft away

          sure, 'twas just a wee drop.

             I'm a respectable woman, yor'oner

            'twas just a wee drop for me nerves.

             My man's an upstanding gentleman

              please don't use his name here m'lord

              use me godgiven name, please yor'oner

            I won't drink a drop any more 

                Oh, thank you, yor'honer, yor worship

            Sure I'll find the 5s for poor!

        

                     (c) Crissouli October 2015



Inspired by a TROVE post...
http://thatmomentintime-crissouli.blogspot.com.au/p/trove-tattles.html

TILL WE MEET AGAIN

TILL WE MEET AGAIN

Slowly, quietly, the days have slipped by 

tumbling together, till they became a year.

A year without you, can that be true

can you really have left us all behind?

I cannot remember a time 

when you weren't helping others

sometimes at great cost to your family time

or even your health

though you would never let on.

You left us a great legacy

of caring for others, of doing your best

of sharing whatever you could...

but most of all, your love of family.

Rest peacefully with Mum, Dad..

till we meet again.

© Crissouli October 18, 2015