Poem Number 136 - Mother-Son Love - 22/7/1986

To a more than special person I will always care for,

May you remember me in comfortable surroundings.

Whether it be at home or abroad,

With angels and crystal stars floating all around.

May the rest of your life, be in the affirmative,

With white Christmases and colored gifts: piled up.

To open each one with rewarding kisses and love

To be sitting high above the gates of heaven.

You need not even discuss with me,

Your finalized will and “good will”,

Because, to make me happy as a son,

Is for me, to be reassured that you enter God’s kingdom.

As many and numerous times I’ve acted badly to you,

It’s just because I’m living in a different life style,

But I know as a fact that I will never work,

As hard as you have, in your younger years back home.

You and I will verbal fight for different things we believe in,

But there is one thing no one can take away from us.

This will keep us together, beyond death to us part,

And this is the great strength and length of “Mother-Son”.

Poem Number 135 - The Splendor Of Love - 22/7/1986

Is this a moody feeling inside myself,

That has disturbed one other’s mind of concentration?

Do I act and feel warm one moment,

And change to an icy cold depression, in the next moment?

Yet maybe she think it be,

Maybe she is so right,

But I can never see myself,

Unless I am told by my love.

There would be many strange reasons,

That makes us seem strange of our partner,

But only reality and true love of understanding,

Will enhance the beauty and the splendor of our love.

Is it the unreality of not holding a balanced relationship,

That causes this small ineffective rift?

But no one with common sense will leave this aside,

It is to acknowledge, opinionate and repair the undue hurt.

Don’t be greedy of any bad thoughts,

Let out what you know or feel.

Let them know what is eating inside you,

For you’ll never be afraid of the sharing of words.

If one does not speak for moments of time,

If one does not want to tell for silence reasons,

Then decide your response with thoughtful care,

For if you do not, then this will always reoccur.

Poem Number 134 - 'Pip' The Lost Cat - 22/7/1986

To the little ‘Pip’, that has just disappeared,

May you front up at our home for food.

With your spotted black and white fur coat,

With little pad-like feet softly wandering around.

We adopted from the cries of the dark side,

The cries of a lost kitten finding a new home,

Caring and loving was my mother to her,

Was the newfound owner and cuddlier of the kitten.

Purring to a feminine touch of one’s hand,

Sleeping in soft, comfortable living conditions,

Was she, who never bit any of us,

And roam around from house to garden and played little kitten games.

To me, she will arrive back with stitches and all,

The loss of joy will be back to normal.

Once the news of the small ‘Pip’ kitten is shown,

Everyone will roll back to his or her daily routine.

Poem Number 133 - Running The 'Pru' - 17/7/1986

Working at the ‘Pru’ is not something that is new,

But the friendship you share is always a tight bond.

There are many of us, who don’t have friends here,

And if you don’t, there is nothing to fear.

Before there are Administration changes, that are affected,

Everyone knows this information, which is given.

You have junior clerks doing junior jobs: known as grade one,

You have the senior/junior clerks with that little extra authority.

In different departments, there are different grades,

From Section Head, who share the most burdened responsibility.

They have to be the interviewer for performance reviews,

Working out individually how that individual is suited.

Then in Departments, you will have the 2IC’s,

These 2IC’s assist in the running of the sections,

Making sure that the Department works, with high esteem,

Which any serious problems or solutions are discussed with the Departmental Head.

Most major Departmental discussions are made a t Departmental meeting,

It is like a meeting with directors of a company,

Having meeting with no long term end,

But is treated seriously, as any outcome will effect at least one of us,

The Branch Manager is our link to all other areas,

That is; Head Office, Agents and policy Holders.

You have got to have that charisma,

To have all the fruit well, all in one bag!

Poem Number 132 - Another Birthday - 16/7/1986

For him who drinks with no alcohol,

For him who left a girl and is working on another one,

For him to have a sense of humor of a comic,

For him to be always, so pleased and cheerful.

It is today for his another birthday,

As he said to me yesterday,

“Today, you are one year closer to mine,

But tomorrow you are one year further from mine.”

He could be called, “ The Mandarin Man”.

Or even so, “The disco kid”,

But with his sniffs, snuffles and coughs,

He’s great to talk too, not as a boss.

I thought I would never find such a good boss,

Yet, he does defend and attack for you, when decided.

One day, he’d look back on his life,

And count how many girls he could’ve turned too, to be his wife.

To the birthday-boy (or man),

Many happy returns for the rest of your years,

And many “Group discussions” of all subjects,

To do, like the, “Carry On Gang”: keep on laughing!

Poem Number 131 - I Shall Never Leave - 12/7/1986

It doesn’t feel any different to me,

To be aging to year twenty-five.

It just feel the same as being twenty-one going to twenty-four,

But mostly of all, it makes me feel that little bit older.

At work, I was treated like a king,

With a terrific card and an edible cake.

Then, as the afternoon came, so linked up all the drinks,

As best wishes from every individual, were told to me.

At home, when I arrived it was completely different,

The atmosphere was all right, though tense.

There is no hard feeling that I think of mum,

But arriving at ten to twelve on your twenty-fifth is dumb.

No eruptions of blustered and directed stupid phrases,

Should have been thrown at either of us.

Yes, I know that mum wanted it to be special,

Yes, in know that deep down inside, I did hurt you.

If you wanted you and me to share it: to be a special night,

You could have told me that somewhat before.

As the time we both share is so precious,

That I have got a goaled-life, in front of me.

Don’t take me wrong “mother”, for this is true,

But what you must remember is that I’ll never leave,

Nit in a mental or emotional point of view,

But only in a physical way, soon shall do.

Poem Number 130 - Guess My Age - 11/7/1986

It’s a year since my last,

It’s four years since my twenty-first,

It’s twenty-four years, since I can’t remember my first,

It will be another twenty-five years, when I think about retiring.

How old do you think I am?