IS GOD CRYING TOO, MUMMY?

IS GOD CRYING TOO, MUMMY?

Mummy, why are you crying?

Daddy's coming home today, the letter said..

You read it to me last night

when we were tucked up in bed...

You said he can't wait to tickle me again

and take me fishing.

Please don't cry, Mummy..

you can come too.

He said he's been saving all his hugs 

and that we could share them all. 

We said we would make his favourite cake

with the last of our raisins, Daddy will love that.

It will be the best surprise. 

Daddy's coming home in a big boat, then a train

with lots of other soldiers..

Can we go now, Mummy?

Mummy, please don't cry... 

even Goldie looks sad... he misses Daddy too.

Mummy, why did the man on the bike

bring another letter? 

Was that from Daddy too? Will he be here soon?

Please, Mummy, why are you crying? 

Mummy, the sun has gone and it's raining..

is God crying too?

©Crissouli 25th April 2019

I'M AUSSIE, AS PURE AS CAN BE...

I'M AUSSIE, AS PURE AS CAN BE...

I'm an Aussie, as Aussie can be

pure to the bone, that is me

my parents were the same,

with a true Aussie name...

Perhaps a bit longer than some

from where Dad's family had come..

..but they were true Aussies like me!

One grandfather came over from Greece

one grandmother also, for peace..

another grandfather Hawkesbury born

other grandma Clare shamrocks adorn..

..all pure Aussie, as Aussie can be!

More came from England, and even from Wales

some brought from Ireland such wonderful tales

of leprechauns and wee folk and being so poor

 green meadows, thatched roofs and a welcoming door..

..all pure Aussie, as Aussie can be!

Whether from Greece, from Ireland, England or Wales

or any fine country, with interesting tales..

..we are all pure Aussies, as Aussie can be.

©Crissouli 26th January 2019