SO MANY QUESTION AS TO WHY? WHY? WHY?
SO MUCH LOVE, DESPITE THE PAIN, TO EXPLAIN
A mother puts to prose, with love, what her sons want to say:
“WE MISS YOU DADDY”
Daddy, are you watching us?
When it’s time to say goodnight.
We go outside to say I love you.
To the star that shines so bright.
We will never understand.
Why you had to go away.
To leave us with just a memory.
Why couldn’t you just stay?
We miss everything about you.
From jeans and green shirts you wear.
To the way you mustered your cows.
Oh and how they made you swear
How after rain, you’d take us.
Down the paddock for a mushroom fight.
Or how you always said to mummy.
Even when I am wrong, I am right
The dancing in the kitchen.
A fond memory we will miss.
The way you’d say love me.
Before giving us a kiss
We will never hear your whistle.
Calling us home again.
No matter where life takes us.
We will always be your men.
Time will take our tears away.
But the memories won’t fade.
We will always love you Daddy.
We just wish you could have stayed.
But we will look after the ‘Simmies’
And keep a good eye out for that bull.
Come the time when dams are dry.
We will make sure the troughs are full.
Make sure there’s plenty of feed.
Change paddocks if they are low.
We all knew more than anything.
You couldn’t do anything slow.
We will miss that great big smile.
And every freckle on your face.
We are missing a piece in our hearts.
That no one can replace.
So Daddy as you watch over us.
Please shine extra bright.
Because when God made you Daddy.
He made you ‘Just Right’
"We Love You"
Unidentified Author
SOME LIFE MUST GO ON OR ELSE WE DIE.
RESPONSIBILITY TO THOSE LEFT BEHIND.
GET A SECOND CHANCE, IS WORTH A TRY.
TEST SLOWLY, NO RUSHING IN ALL BLIND .
Enter a second family, a gift of God above.
Two additions to be surrounded by the love.
A ‘FOMO’ OCEAN TALE OF WORDS, AS TOLD TO ME VERBATUM
[Including reference to the time honoured tradition of whose job it is, to open the endless gates]
From the mouths of babes.
That bring us all to account.
Never sure what is coming out.
Always practicing the word trade.
Mimicking and wanting to be a part of life’s show.
Listening in silence, young mind thinking it through.
Not letting on, formulating a plan with not even a clue.
Biding her time to release, when it’s time for you to know.
On the daily cattle check run around the cattle in the paddocks.
included in this family of four, clustered in two close age brackets.
All including driver mum, sitting in the car at the gate, on the farm.
There is an impasse delay waiting for one of the older boys to open.
Argument in full swing as the older two each holding firm, refuse to move.
The novelty of having the status as ‘gate opener’ has long outgrown them.
Jobs to be done with critical time at stake, the mother explodes with:
Stop wasting our valuable time son, you in the front seat: Just Do It Mate.
Time honoured rules around here: “The cunt in the front opens the gates”
Argument settled, on with the job, and well on the way for the task of today.
The rounds now completed, all home quite safe and vehicle back in the shed.
Ready for the same trip tomorrow, to do the daily stock check all over again.
Come the following morning as family head for the ute, a little one is not in sight.
Soon all revealed, as the five year old girl, sitting firmly in the front passenger seat.
What are you doing?, Why are you there?, We have been looking about everywhere.
THE GEM
“I have been here, waiting for you, to be the cunt in the front, to open all the gates”
Hamish Holcombe 3-09-2024
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