One
day a man and woman
met
on this planet earth,
-lives
joined, they started bloomin’,
and “Paul” was named at birth.
Then
as their other children
came
out to bloom as well
(in
what could be garden,
or
else could be a hell)..
..the
garden rang with calling,
and
singing was there too,
and
one (who’d carried Paul in)
played
organ, or kazoo!
The
one who could not sing much,
tried
too, to sing along,
it might've lacked special touch,
but
always, it was song.
And
when the generations
got
old & others came,
they
had their lamentations,
and sometimes even blamed.
The
father & the mother
they
loved each daughter, son,
there’s
nothing that they ’druther
than
see them grow, each one.
And
now the songs are growing,
they’re
coming thick & fast
And
I think there’s a knowing …
..it’s
gonna be a blast!
[1] A poem
on My Life’s Story (a topic suggested by
Jo May.. at the family BBQ break-up Mon 21/Nov/2011) - PART 1
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