Tuesday, April 13, 2004
So much to write
There are literally millions of words crammed into this head of mine waiting to flow onto the screen. I have such a trouble sorting out what to say and when, how to present it, whether its relevant to my audience and then finding the time to write it.
I have promised a post on integrity. My integrity now will not let me fail to deliver. However I didn't say when! It will be soon though I promise.
First I have to travel to New Zealand for my Grandma's funeral, and so my words are trended that way. Grandma had integrity. She refused to cheat anyone even accidentally. My Uncle Howard and Aunty Margaret are like that too.
I feel a poem coming on.
This is an ode to my Gran
A woman of stature
She raised two fine kids
My Dad and my Aunty Jan
Aunty Jan always writes prose
At family occasions
Gran was always appreciative
She also grew the finest rose
A green thumb had my Gran
A garden full of life
She had a husband to help
Grandad Thomas was her man
Grandad was an engineer
He could fix anything
My car, my bike, the kitchen stove
Where Gran cooked awesome fare
Her meals were fantastic
Each an elaborate work of art
An echo of her heart
They always dd the trick
Gran played mean scrabble
Not mean as in nasty
The sharpest pencil
She rose above the rabble
She loved all, was kind to each
Adored her cat
Friends with everyone
Life lessons to me she'd teach
And now her teaching days are done
Her final exam passed
Yet her legacy lives on
And will do long after she has gone
Copyright (c) Tim Miller 2004
