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A School Photo '49

by

Delia

My Mum to school sent me,she said"You must wear your best",
Because I must look good,and not be shown up by the rest,
My shoes which I wore,were never quite new,
For the rain when it came,did alway's come through,
The hole in my jumper,where my shirt could be seen,
Was made by the first owner,I hope he was clean,
My new grey pants,with a big patch in the back,
Would have looked better,if the patch had not been black,
My jacket looked good,for it nearly fit,
And my hair had been cleaned,of the odd little nit,
But that morning,as I walked with my head in the air,
I felt like the son,of a rich millionaire.


A School Photo '49

by

Delia

My Mum to school sent me,she said"You must wear your best",
Because I must look good,and not be shown up by the rest,
My shoes which I wore,were never quite new,
For the rain when it came,did alway's come through,
The hole in my jumper,where my shirt could be seen,
Was made by the first owner,I hope he was clean,
My new grey pants,with a big patch in the back,
Would have looked better,if the patch had not been black,
My jacket looked good,for it nearly fit,
And my hair had been cleaned,of the odd little nit,
But that morning,as I walked with my head in the air,
I felt like the son,of a rich millionaire.


Reflections

by

Delia

As I sit and think of my life that has been,
I think of the love,and all the goodness Iv'e seen,
I think of the beauty of the sea,as we shared a sunset,
I think of the past,and the things to come yet,
I think I fear no journey,or things that may come true,
As long as I travel,"the life road with you".


My Friend Toby

by

Delia

I have a dog,Toby is his name,
And since getting him,life has not been the same,
He's parky with food,and expensive to feed,
And I'll admit not the prettiest of breed,
He eats in the lounge,and sleeps on the bed,
He poo's on the lawn,and wee's up my shed,
He drinks from the tap,then dribbles on the floor,
He runs up and down stairs,and bangs on the door,
But for my Toby,I will never dispair,
Even since getting him,I have lost all my hair,
For to know Toby,the love he has to give,
The joy which is Toby,he is my reason to live.


My Fathers Son

by

Delia

Does a man come from his roots,
Does he feel the land he walked
Is he the family he was born into
Is he a part of the whole
Does he walk the road from whence he came
Does he live the life pre-destined by his past
Is he the sum of his ancestors
Is he a continuation of what has been
I do not know the answer to who I am
But who ever I am, I'm proud to be.

You may throw scorn on who I am
You may laugh at what I've been
You may think I'm not a man
You may look down from whence I came
But I'm still proud of who I am
For I am my Father's Son.