Eulogems

Gwyn’s Eulogems

NANNA JUNE

Hard working and so selfless, loving and so kind,
Witty, fun to be with, a sharp, and open mind.
Had special times with Lennard, so much love and fun,
Met him early in her life, and he was the special one.
Cupid was there watching he must have played his part,
Sitting there upon that bus, with his arrow through their heart.
A prettier girl he’d never seen,
He’d met his Trinant Beauty Queen.
Loved to have the family round, the Grandkids on her knees,
Anything she’s do for them, she really loved to please.
Nothing made her happier, made her oh so proud,
Always more the merrier, she loved to see a crowd.
Her family were so loyal, because they loved her so,
Wish she could have stayed forever, didn’t want to see her go.
But even though they’re grieving, and all of them are sad,
But I’m sure they’re so grateful, for the times that they all had.
So many happy memories, things for them to treasure,
Having June there in their lives brought everyone such pleasure.
A life that had such quality, and for oh so many years,
So remember this and crack a smile, and wipe away the tears.
Be nice to think she’s watching on, watching from above,
And we hope she knows we miss her, and all send her our love.

 

 

THE GENTLE GIANT.

Loved to have his routines, such a structured man,

Everything was organised, he always had a plan.

It’s Monday, so it’s Tesco, you’d always see him go,

You’d didn’t need to ask him, you simply got to know.

Tuesday was the day he’d pick to go and see the boys,

He loved to see the Grandsons, and share in all their joys.

Wednesday was the jewellers, no need to be told,

Down to Andrew Berry’s, buy and sell some gold.

Thursday down the garage, Will and Tom he’d see,

Join them for a natter, and to share a mug of tea.

Everything meticulous.  The bills would all be paid,

Heaven help the postman, if something was delayed.

And never try to argue, nothing black or white,

Albert never would back down, always he’d be right.

Always told it as it was, could please you or offend,

But that was Albert’s character, and he kept it to the end.

Loved the old rock music, as a youngster all the rage,

Often you would find him up singing on the stage.

Loved it up the Lindsay, loved to see the bands,

He used to clap the loudest coz he had the biggest hands.

Didn’t need any bouncers, outside the Lindsay’s door,

Mess around inside that club, and he’d lift you off the floor

loved his life within the club, would always do his bit,

And to help it run it like a clock, on the committee he did sit.

So many happy times there, oh so many tales.

Like so many here today, so proud to live in Wales.

Loved it on the buses, the banter and the fun,

There for such a long time, loved by everyone.

Known to love his jewellery, had a love of gold,

All his life a passion, so much he bought and sold.

Albert’s Life had many chapters, but like a book, there is an end,

But I hope he’s looking down at us, to see the love we send.

 

OUR DAD KEITH

Loved the open road did Dad, and he travelled it in style,

Out there, on his Goldwing, for yet another mile.

Loved it on that motorbike, the road ahead his own,

Sitting there like Royalty, the king upon his throne.

From an early age he’d chosen, and then fulfilled his plan.

And when he got that Goldwing, he was such a happy man.

But he also got such pleasure, from his three wheeled pride and joy.

Trotters Independent, you’d swear he was Del Boy.

Hard working and so clever, loved all his offspring so,

All of them now grieving that their loved one had to go.

But I know they all feel blessed and glad, feeling so much pride.

Because he’ll stay forever, as part of them inside.

In their heart and in their memories, forever he’ll live on,

So we say good bye for now Dad, but never truly gone.

The memories that you gave us, the examples that we had,

Such a special father and a wonderful Granddad.

Head of a great family, a special family tree,

Roots are spreading deep and wide as everyone can see.

So life from you continues, and the family will grow,

And the ones that come in future, will look back and they will know,

They’ll be told that it’s all down to you, and stories we will share.

And I know they’ll look into our eyes and see how much we care.

So thanks for all you’ve done Dad, and just before we go,

I hope you still can see us and how much we love you so.

 

 

 ODE TO MILLIE

A strong determined lady, a sharp and clever mind,

When you needed help and guidance, she’d always be so kind.

Lived a life so varied, and oh so many tales,

And for the latter part of it, she lived with us in Wales.

Involved herself in many things, and really played her part,

When she’d made her mind up, she couldn’t wait to start.

Never one to dither, no need to delay,

Wouldn’t sit there wondering, what shall I do today?

Baking, cooking reading, an hour out the back,

Pulling all the weeds out, filling up a sack.

Joined a class lace making, oh so many mates,

And when no longer up to it, she went and filled their plates.

Christmas was a special time, the family all knew that,

Playing WII, and laughing with her in her silly hat.

Working class and proud of it, and a Royalist thru and thru,

And when it came to politics, she was out and out true blue.

Stood by her convictions, would love a good debate,

Well-read and well-travelled, her knowledge was so great.

Loved to take in detail, stored so many facts,

Reading, learning all her life, it helped her to relax.

Wouldn’t waste a moment, did so much with her life,

A caring loving mother and a caring loving wife.

Oh so many memories made, so much she did achieve,

So many left to grieve her didn’t want to see her leave.

A lady who achieved so much, and always did her best,

Has earned her right to lay in peace, and now she is at rest.

 

 

One Not To Mess With

You had to be so careful if you ever drove around there,

Watch that Zebra crossing, or you’ll get that Sheila stare.

This was Sheila’s crossing, and guarded oh so well,

You didn’t mess with Sheila, as some had lived to tell.

She’d stand there and she’d block you, don’t dare try to pass,

Or you might feel that five foot lollipop, smacked across your arse.

Buses, cars and Lorries, size it mattered not,

She protected all those children, this was her special spot.

Each day she would cross them and cross them all again

Protecting all the children, just like a mother hen.

All the kids, they loved her, she’d been there for so long,

Watching them all closely so nothing could go wrong.

Part of the community, around this local place,

Rain, hail or sunshine, a smile upon her face.

At home t’was slightly different, she’d take the role of boss,

Her children and the grandkids, knew they shouldn’t cross.

They reckon she could be a nag, well sometimes now and then,

Could turn into a tiger, more than a mother hen.

But they all knew that she loved them, loved them all to bits,

Mind you they’d be first to say, at times, they could be gits,

Play up and annoy her, the kids thought it was fun,

They got away with murder, cos she didn’t have a gun.

But they knew how far to push her they all got on so well,

Brought up in a happy home as anyone could tell.

A household full of happiness, many memories made,

A family tree with strong roots, forever has been laid.

These roots will spread forever, spreading big and strong,

And through these roots of family, Sheila will live on.

So keep her a part of all you do, involve her every way,

And make sure that she’s in your lives, and she’ll never go away.

 

 

BARRIE BENIDORM

Often found in Benidorm, sipping ice cold beer,

John and Joseph’s for a pint, you know it’s nice and near.

You know it’s so convenient love, and the beer’s nice and cheap,

I’ll only have a couple love, you know it helps me sleep.

You’d better get your ear plugs though, a chance that I may snore.

Do you think that is the reason love, they put us on top floor.

Famous for his snoring, off the Richter scales,

Better warn the other guests, Barrie’s here from Wales.

So many happy times there, Barrie and Jeanette,

A nicer, friendly couple you’d be lucky to have met.

Could have been a sportsman, they say he had it all,

Long jump, high jump, sprinting, and useful with a ball.

Really was athletic, and also had the looks,

Jeanette could see a good thing, when she went and sunk her hooks.

He loved a glass of homebrew, he used to keep it hid,

Never fooled his son though, couldn’t fool that kid.

Barrie was quite happy though a Euro for a glass,

Whilst Elvis had a free swig, when he’d find his father’s stash.

There was the time when Emma’s, eighteenth birthday came,

He thought he’d make it special, at least that was his aim.

So before she headed out to town with mates to celebrate,

A special bowl of punch he made, for such a special date.

He went a bit to heavy on the shorts that he did pour,

She never made it in to town, and fell outside the door.

They were a lovely couple, a marriage made to last,

So many treasured memories, the time has gone so fast.

But a legacy created, a loving family,

So much love and closeness, for everyone to see.

Missed by oh so many, his loved ones and his friends,

But every life that’s given also sadly ends.

You can cry because you knew him, or feel blessed you got to know.

So many here, to say goodbye, and much respect to show.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

 

ODE TO ROBERT

Music played a big part, it gave him so much joy,

Always had a varied taste from manhood back to boy.

Could play a bit apparently, guitar, piano too,

But took more pleasure listening, just what he liked to do,

A taste that was eclectic, all sorts were a treat,

Something slow and heavy, or something with a beat,

It really meant a lot to him, a wide and varied taste,

Always time for music, not a moment he would waste.

Magazines and journals, thousands he would store,

We’ll try and make a bit more space, to fit a couple more.

Principled and caring a Socialist at heart,

Everybody special, everyone a part.

Status rank and privilege, did not impress this man,

But a sharing, caring , nature, to him a better plan.

He was a vegetarian, his conscious was so strong,

And animal mistreatment, he found it oh so wrong.

He also loved his quizzes, he loved to take the test,

Always storing trivia, aimed to be the best,

Loved the stimulation, competed on TV,

Won the Four Square quiz game, a local celebrity.

A real passionate Welsh man, he loved to watch rugby,

Took Kath along occasionally, the last time Italy.

They’ve shared so many pleasures, made a lovely family,

So much love, and closeness, a lasting legacy.

Missed by those that loved him, and friends he got to know,

So many here attending, respects they’ve come to show.

So even though we part now, and tears will be shed,

We’ll keep a part alive and strong, in our heart and in our head.

By Gwyn Davies

 

 

TELL THEM WHEN YOU CAN.

Tell them how you really feel, open up your heart,
You may never get another chance, every time you part.

Tell them just how proud you feel, tell them that you care,
You may never get another chance; they may just not be there.

Don’t miss the opportunity; it might not come again,
Regretting that you didn’t forever leaves a pain
.
A pain that you will carry, carry deep inside,
Show the love you really feel, there is no need to hide.

If only I had told them, how much they meant to me,
Instead of thinking that they know, I’m sure they can see.

Tell them when you see them, words to let them know,
Just how proud you are of them and that you need to show.

Don’t take things for granted, do it when you can,
Take it while you get the chance, coz things don’t go to plan.

The next time that you see them, may also be the last,
Don’t take things for granted, time can move so fast.

Hold them squeeze them stroke them, just a simple touch,
A simple warming gesture, to a parent means so much.

A parent and a child they’ve made, the strongest bond of all,
Always there to pick you up, every time you fall.

To them you are so special, no faults in you they see,
A love and trust, that only comes from being family.

You may have let them down at times, and even been unfair,
But it didn’t stop them loving you, because they always care.

But don’t take things for granted, remember every day,
Just tell them when you get the chance, the smallest price to pay

Gwyn Davies

 

 

A PARENT’S GRIEF

I planned to die before you, so I wouldn’t feel this pain,

A weight that’s just been hanging there on a heavy chain.

A parent’s biggest fear one that we all dread

To see your child who’s suffering, and it should be you instead.

To watch and just feel helpless, nothing I could do,

Begging, crying, praying, hoping you pull through.

Your suffering now is over, for us it’s just begun,

Guilty feeling healthy, guilty having fun.

Will I ever smile again will I laugh no more,

Will I find the courage, to get up from the floor.

Need to think of others, to try and get them through,

But how to solve my own grief, I haven’t got a clue.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

I’D LIKE TO BELIEVE

I wish I could believe in God, I wish I had belief,

Someone I could turn to when I carry so much grief.

But did we just create him, in previous times gone by,

A mystical supremo, residing in the sky.

We didn’t have the answers, we couldn’t understand,

How did we all get here to populate this land?

We must have all been put here, some of us believe,

Science not the answer! , so it’s Adam, and it’s Eve.

And when the earth was flooded, we simply built a boat,

Two of every species and off we set to float.

Polar bears and lions, dogs and kangaroos,

Apparently they queued up, and marched in rows of twos.

From Alaska, and Australia, Cambodia and Peru.

With all these different species, there must have been a queue.

How did they find Noah, how did they all get there,

Did they walk or run or swim , or travel Ryanair.

Cross continents and oceans, Ice packs sand and sea,

How did they make those journeys, that’s what worries me.

But when I ask these questions and others I may raise,

I get the standard answer, God has mysterious ways.

I haven’t any answers, but questions by the score,

And if there is a heaven, will he let me through the door.

But do we need religion, and God’s to whom we bow,

Or can we just be decent folk, and live good lives right now.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

JIGSAW

Wouldn’t stay without you, couldn’t bear to be apart,

We shared so much together we shared a beating heart.

Lover, partner, best friend, the true light of my life,

So fortunate to find you, and have you as my wife.

We were a two piece jigsaw, a real perfect fit,

Whatever gave us trouble, we’d both face up to it.

A stronger bond, you’d never find, joined from head to toe,

Couldn’t be without you, couldn’t cope to see you go.

So our loved ones now will miss us, and tears passed, no doubt,

But I hope it gives them comfort now, for now I’m not without.

I’m back there with my lover, the one I did adore,

Two pieces back together, again a whole jigsaw.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

SMELL THE ROSES.

Take time to smell the roses as you pass them on your way,

Might not be there tomorrow so savour them today.

Appreciate your blessings, whether big or small,

It may change in an instant and then you lose it all.

Live life in the present; enjoy it while you can,

For sadly as we often find, it doesn’t work to plan.

History has happened, the futures on its way.

Life is in the moment, so make the most today.

Call and see a loved one, catch up with a friend,

Don’t miss the opportunity, we know not when they end.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

WHAT MATTERS

I’m not afraid of dying,

but I’m scared of being sad.

As long as I die happy

then loved ones, please be glad.

I’ve lived my life and loved it,

Mistakes along the way.

But woke up every morning,

Looking forward to the day.

I learnt what makes life special,

And it’s not material things,

Feeling sun upon your face,

or a bird that simply sings.

Views that take your breath away,

A smile that makes your day,

These are the special memories,

And with me they will stay.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

PATIENTS AND PATIENCE.

Helping many patients, get from here to there, showing them compassion showing that you care.

Meeting many characters, becoming their friend, off to their appointments, so many you’d attend.

Always showing patience, not easy every case, often on the way home “can you take me one more place”

Just a little shopping, just a bag of chips, thanks you for your trouble and I know you don’t take tips.

Could you bring my shopping up, up to my top floor flat.

And while I spend a penny, would you kindly feed my cat.

I hope you pick me up next week, your such a lovely man,

I need to do more shopping, and it’s nice to have a plan.

You leave the flat and chuckle, the day’s come to an end.

She started as a patient, but you’ve now become her friend.

But you know she’s really lonely, and your glad you’ve played your part,

And not for any recompense, but because you’ve a big heart.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

TIME TO SAY GOODBYE

The first time that I saw you, I knew you were the one,

And we’ve had so many memories and had a lot of fun,

You soon became my lover but even more my friend

I knew we’d be together until the very end.

You can’t prepare for parting, it cuts you to the core

Been blessed with such good fortune, but you just want more and more.

Better to have loved and lost, and  that’s what people say,

A thought that I will cling to, to get me through the day.

So proud you were my husband, so glad i was your wife.

Forever I’ll feel honoured that you let me share your life.

I wouldn’t swap a moment, I wouldn’t change a thing.

We faced it all together knowing good times it would bring.

What other see as obstacles, and other times as strife,

We treated them as stepping stones to help us get through life.

Those moments made us stronger, we faced them side by side.

Anything that tested us, was taken in our stride.

So even though I’ll miss you, I’ll miss you every day

The memories and love you gave, forever they will stay.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

MARY’S POEM

To Mary it was sunny, even if there was no sun,

A twinkle from her lovely eyes, and always full of fun.

She never had it easy, but never did complain,

Would hate to be a nuisance, or looked on as a pain.

She was a quiet lady, some would say quite shy,

But she’d always give a lovely smile to those that did walk by.

She was a tiny lady, but she really loved her food,

“I’ll” finish off your pudding, or they may think that we’re rude.

She loved to do a crossword, a puzzle to complete,

It will pass away an hour, before I next can eat.

She should have been a giant, the food she’d put away,

A shopping trip and meal out, was such a perfect day.

She always seen the good side of the people that she met,

And those who got to meet her had a treat they’d not forget.

A real great example, of a lady, nice and sweet.

A smile a wave or gesture if she passed you in the street.

Never liked to gossip, or have bad words to say,

There was no room in Mary’s life for negatives to play.

Mary’s live had quantity a great age ninety four.

But more important Quality, and that she did adore.

Never one to grumble, looked forward every day,

She loved those taking care of her in the place she’d come to stay.

She looked on them as family, loved them through and through.

And blessed with caring nieces, very special to.

Distance was no object, to those that lived away,

To see their Aunty Mary, made it such a special day.

She loved to have a visit, a trip out in the car,

Didn’t mind how long it took, whether short or far.

It made her feel so special, all the love that she was shown,

More than just good nieces, she was treated like their own.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

AT PEACE FROM THE DEMONS.

I have fought many battles, but I couldn’t win them all.

It’s been a real struggle, to try and stand up tall.

But finally the wounding cut me to the core,

Couldn’t face the hurting, could not take anymore.

There’s been so much confusion, not knowing what was best,

And leaving you was painful, but now I am at rest.

Of course there have been good times, no one held to blame.

Just couldn’t fight my demons and couldn’t face the shame.

I didn’t mean to cause you pain, the way I chose to leave,

And the hurt I’ve brought so many,will make my loved ones greave.

But try to take some comfort; no longer I feel pain,

I battled with my demons, but some were just not slain.

No longer can they hurt me, because I’m now at rest,

Sorry for the pain I’ve caused, but I thought my way was best.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

THE DEMON IN A BOTTLE

When life can seem unbearable, and you feel you just can’t cope.

You look for a solution to try and give you hope.

Many find salvation, through friends and family,

It may be good for others, but it wasn’t good for me.

I found mine in a bottle, well least that’s what I thought

People tried to help me, but to stubborn to be taught.

It gave me lot’s of confidence, to cope with life outside,

But then the demon’s gripped me, and there was nowhere left to hide.

Hiding in a bottle, is such a lonely place, waking up hungover with the day ahead to face.

But once you’ve drunk the first one, the problems they seem less.

But by the sixth or seventh, you’re really in a mess.

You’re on a downward spiral, heading for the floor,

One bottle used to solve it, but you now need more and more.

In life we’re dealt a hand of cards, my hand held too much black.

I played the cards held badly, and there was no turning back.

I’ve gone too far for help now, though many may have tried,

Some have given up on me, others stayed and cried.

I have much guilt inside of me, for the suffering I have brought,

People did their best for me and solutions they have sought.

So, I hope I leave a message, a lesson I can send,

I knew where I was heading; soon coming to an end.

No one could have stopped me, no guilt for you to bear,

And it did bring me some comfort, to know that you were there.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

WHAT MATTERS

I’m not afraid of dying,

but I’m scared of being sad.

As long as I die happy

then loved ones, please be glad.

I’ve lived my life and loved it,

Mistakes along the way.

But woke up every morning,

Looking forward to the day.

I learnt what makes life special,

And it’s not material things,

Feeling sun upon your face,

or a bird that simply sings.

Views that take your breath away,

a smile that makes your day,

These are the special memories,

and with me they will stay.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY

Everyone a warrior, off to face the war,

We can only think of horrors and tragedies they saw.

Many mere youngsters, some too young to vote,

They crossed the English Channel in every ship and boat.

They dug into their trenches, waiting for the Hun.

No matter what was coming, they’d stand and never run.

Fighting for their loved ones, for you and him and me,

For all of us in Britain, and most they’d never see.

Many never made it back, left there in the dirt,

So many hearts were broken, so many families hurt.

They’d wait to hear the whistle, then off to fight the Hun,

Ripped by the barbed wire, mown down by the gun.

How can we repay our debt to all of these brave lads,

Protecting wives and children, protecting mums and dads.

Proud to serve their country, to do it with no fears

So stand there tall and strong today, no shame in shedding tears.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

THE FORGOTTEN SOLDIER

We nearly let this soldier, slip away alone.

Until the caring minister, got busy on the phone.

Called the local media, and used the internet,

Tried her best to see just what interest she could get.

They came in massive numbers, to show how much they care,

They didn’t know him personally, but they needed to be there.

The man had been a hero, a soldier through the war,

We’ll never know the tragedies and horrors that he saw.

We must do more to honour,those that gave their all.

Those that volunteered, when first they heard the call.

We shouldn’t let it happen, we never should forget,

Forever to remember, and always in their debt.

They set out to protect us and many gave their lives,

Tears from their parents, their children and their wives.

I’m ashamed to think these heroes, feel discarded, set aside,

When they all should be rememebered, aware of all the pride.

They fought to save our country, keep trouble from our shore

We simply can’t forget them, we really should do more.

Something needs to happen, stop them slipping through the net.

We need to have a system to make sure we don’t forget.

For every individual who went and did their bit,

We all should light a candle and ensure it stays lit.

You may be walking through a park, see an old man on a bench.

He may be an old soldier, who risked  life from in a trench.

You’ll never know his story if you simply walk on bye,

Take the opportunity; you won’t know less you try.

We must find all these people, and records we should keep,

They shouldn’t be there on their own when they take their final sleep.

They all have done their duty, more than played their part.

We should show them we remember from the bottom of our heart.

None of us might be here, if they hadn’t stood and fought

A lesson all our children should be given should be taught.

Without these brave men’s actions, and the part they had to play,

We should be there to show respect, when it comes their final day.

So each of us can play a part, keep our ears close to the ground,

And if we find a case like this, then spread the word around.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

DARKNESS.

Each minute lasts an hour,

Each hour lasts a day.

Will this darkness ever lift,

Or is it here to stay.

You wake up every morning,

At sometimes  three or four.

Screaming, only silently,

Coz you can’t take anymore.

Scared to show your loved ones,

How ill you really are,

Will it ever go away?

Or has it gone too far.

You’re too afraid to share it,

You keep it in your head,

But life is simply torture,

And you wish that you were dead.

You feel no one can help you.

You feel that all is lost.

You’re looking for solution’s,

And you don’t care at what cost.

Not looking for a scapegoat,

Or someone else to blame,

You’ve done nothing bad in life,

So why do you hold such shame.

But believe me there’s solutions,

There really is out there,

But to start the healing process,

You’re going to have to share.

There are people there to help you,

But you need to let them know,

Depression is an illness,

And your not just feeling low.

So when you wake next morning,

Determined you must be,

You’re not alone in suffering,

Because you once were me.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

A FISHERMAN’S TALE

A nice pint in the Anchor, a day trip out to sea.

Back there later for a pint, maybe two or three.

Nothing like a sea breeze, to sharpen up the thirst

Quickest up the gangway got to be the first.

Tales of what I caught there, must be the best catch,

Waiting for my mates to come, with tales that didn’t match.

Must be an eight pounder, “who you kidding Joe,

More like two or three mate, at the most I’d say it’s four.

Did you see the one, that got away, it must have weighed a stone,

I’ll prove it with this picture now, if I can find it on my phone.

It must have been a sea bass, for a while t’was nearly mine

I’d have it in my bucket now, if it hadn’t slipped the line.

Joe loved it on the Seafire, his mates all by his side,

Al the bait was loaded, and all the hooks, they all were tied.

All of them competing, to try and catch the most,

then back into the Anchor, where they’d have to raise a toast.

To the man who caught the biggest fish, well at least that’s what he’ll tell,

To anyone who listened as his exploits he would yell.

All your fancy gadgets, posh rods, special bait,

I don’t need clever stuff, sit there and watch me mate.

I’ll show you all the tricks and skills, I’ve learnt along the way,

And when I finally leave this place, I’ll know my art will stay,

So when you cast your lines in, and you see that I’m not there,

Tell the rest who taught you, and the skills I had to share,

Exaggerate a little, or even a white lie, but make me sound fantastic, it can’t be hard to try.

So keep me in your thoughts lads, next time you’re out to sea.

And when you land that one stone bass, just remember me.

I won’t be there in person, even that’s too much for me,

But you know that I’ll be watching, next time you go to sea.

I thank you for your company, remember all the fun,

Great mates all the fishing lads, proud to have been one.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

A GRAND OLD AGE

A real grand old gentleman, his life could make a book,

Let’s put some memories down in words, so we all can take a look.

Made it passed a century in cricket terms a ton,

So many things this man has seen, so many things he’s done.

Outlived his wife and daughters, very sad to say,

But living such a great age, it’s a price you have to pay.

Never had it easy, worked hard all his life,

Providing for his children, providing for his wife.

Walking was a pleasure, covered many miles,

Along with his Grand children, faces full of smiles.

Stopping for some water, stopping for a treat,

Sharing Grandad’s Mars bar, divided up to eat.

He really was his own man, I’ll try and tell the story,

A manual worker from the North, but a strong devoted Tory.

Must have been his destiny, went off to Downing Street,

And Winston Churchill came outside, the people he did meet.

A man who was his hero, it gave him so much pride,

A memory to treasure, forever kept inside.

Intelligent and forthright, impatient sometimes when,

A job he needed doing, you’d have to do it then.

Don’t come up with excuses, come back another day.

He wanted it done there and then, done with no delay.

A life to truly celebrate, to live a life so long,

To live the active life he did, to keep his mind so strong.

No one will forget him, those he came to know,

Hoped he’d stay forever, and sad to see him go.

But proud we were to know him, proud we were a part,

So many happy memories, forever in our heart

Gwyn Davies

 

 

A  LIFE SO YOUNG

Taken from us early, before we got to know,

We had so much to give you; so much love to show.

But our love won’t disappear, true love never can.

We gave our love completely, as soon as life began.

You lived your life inside me, nestled by my heart.

Never thought I’d lose you, or ever be apart.

But the bond that we created will never go away,

And nestled closely in my heart, is where you’ll always stay.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

MY LITTLE BUTTERFLY

Butterfly,butterfly, we’d love you to stay,

But we have to accept, you must go on your way.

Please come and visit, again and again,

It gives us some hope and helps ease the pain.

A soft gentle creature, nothing but love,

Fly high my baby look on from above.

You’ll always be with us, you’ll always be part,

One of our family, a place in our heart.

You’ll come on our journeys, watch Isla grow,

She’ll always remember, and she’ll always know.

That your there beside her, every step of the way,

Always beside her, and that’s where you’ll stay.

We’ll talk and involve you, in all that we do,

And that is a promise we all make to you.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

ONE HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR

One hundred miles an hour, on roads, and life as well.

So many happy memories, of this man, for me to tell.

Lived life, in the fast lane, always on the go.

Never took it steady, never took it slow.

Prince and Joy Division, New order blasting out,

He loved his cars and music, of that there is no doubt.

Never took it steady, rarely being low,

Stereo blasting out the sounds, foot down off he’d go.

Lived life for the moment, lived it to the most,

Wasn’t going to slow down, until he reached the final post.

Was a gentle character and had a loving heart,

Loved to wear his jewellery, loved to look the part.

Had to have a sun tan, loved the shade of brown.

Put the car in gear and get his foot flat down.

Was a man of impulse, not everything to plan.

It really was exciting to be around this man.

Life was for the living, a hint of mystery,

So many things to visit, so many things, to see.

He loved to wash and clean his cars, to him it was a pleasure.

To some of us a vehicle, to him a thing to treasure.

But always time for family, of that there is no doubt,

They loved to see him happy and they never went without.

Sadness that they’ve lost him, but glad they got to share,

No longer with them physically,

But they’ll know that he’s still there.

Gwyn Davies

 

 

ODE TO ROGER

He loved the noise of engines, he loved repairing cars.

Heading for a rally, with a flask and chocolate bars

There on open mountains wind and rain and snow,

No matter what the forecast, Roger had to go.

Wasn’t one for parties, wasn’t one for noise,

Spent a life providing, for both his precious boys.

Blessed to have close family, a real tight knit clan.

All pulling together to protect this gentle man.

Never had it easy, but took things in his stride,

Life is not plain sailing it can be a bumpy ride.

The twist and turns that came along, obstacles to some,

Were often there in plenty, for this man to overcome.

But always very private, he wouldn’t like to share,

He dealt with things his own way, but he knew you all did care.

So while there’s lot’s of sadness and tears will be shed,

You’ll never be without him in your hearts and in your head.

Talk to him, involve him, and remember every day,

He’s there in every part of you, he’ll never go away.

You look into a mirror; you look at kith and kin,

Roger lives forever, forever deep within.

Gwyn Davies