Tags: Poetry. Rhymes. Poets Poems
TO MY GRANDCHILDREN
There’s a little bit of me in you I see it everyday
The way you hold your head sometimes
And the funny things you say
The looks you get upon your face
The frown lines when you get mad
The smile you show when you see your
Father Because he was my Son before he was your Dad
The way you stick out your tongue when you think
The way that you try to dance
The imaginary thought bubbles above your head
None of these things are just by chance
So one day when it comes that I’m no longer around
I hope you see a little bit of me in you
And remember I will love you forever and a day
You can be sure that this is true
by KMH
THE OLD TOYOTA RAV
I was 50 yrs old when I purchased my first car
She was pearly white with style and a bumper bar
I owned the Toyota Rav for 15 years
Tow bar and boot space and room for the pinking shears
She had gears and determination and never let me down
I never wanted to sell her but time had come around
My Son put her on gumtree with her resume
I gave her a wash and a polish there was not an ounce of decay
A woman from Alex wanted to take a look
So Saturday I drove off to a rendezvous nook
She poked and prodded and looked about
I will take this car for this amount Well!
I was awe struck and could not believe my ears
A hand shake and deposit and the deal was in flight
Just a road worthy and things were right
Monday morning came and it was time to say goodbye
To me the little white Rav was dear and I had a tear in my eye
So many memories with grandchildren and dogs
All went with the little Rav that I just flogged
So now I have a new car but it is not the same
The little white Rav will always remain
A car with no technology that was in my command
It does not ask me questions with press button suggestions
It was clearly just a little white car
by Sharmayne Kurtz
MY WIFE
Aged twenty-two – A drifter Little for me in life
I did what every bloke should do I won myself – a wife
We never had a cracker
It was mostly trouble and strife
But someone kept me trying
She was of course – my wife
Seven months of marriage
The first child growing ripe
The bloody war said ‘That’s It’
You have to leave your wife.
The whole damn world was torn apart
Change and misery was rife
But I made it with the backing
Of no one else but – my wife
I set about building houses
With an ego as sharp as a knife
Became a Master Builder
Urged on by – my wife 49 years of marriage
What a wonderful life Would gladly do it all again
But only with the same – wife
Aged 70 and still firing
That ego still sharp as a knife
Who keeps me on the straight and narrow
You guessed it in one – my wife
All you young blokes in Australia
If you really want a good life
Pull in your head – get in there
But first, you need a good wife
You may get the idea that I love her
But that’s not exactly right
Add adoration to loving
Then you’ve got it – that’s my wife
by Leslie George
Johnston Footnote: George’s daughter Lana Bushell of Bongaree submitted her late father’s poem. George passed away in 1990 at the age of 73. Thanks, Lana for sending it into us.