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Parents methods, a question asked
Mothers rule one, questions, answers forthcoming
Fathers think they are kings of the family domain
As said previously see rule one if ever questioned
Mothers watched from afar so proud of her Children
My Father dealt with life as fun
Ruffled hair, winked when complimenting
A show you how, the way to learn kind of Dad
His shed a place of wonder and colour
Full of budgies and canaries chirping
My job, change water and feed the song birds
Dad loved woodworking, left-over skill from seafaring
Most evenings, sounds of his music would lead me to him
A ukulele a banjo and accordions on show
Sea shanties sang low and slow
His Spanish guitar his pride and joy
I sat at his feet but never learned his music skills
A quiet life is all he asked for
No hugs no shake of the hands, his smile and wink sufficed
One cold and wet Welsh morning
A railway station the final farewells were given
Goodbyes were said, a son was leaving the family fold
A land far away called Australia, offered a fresh start in life
Mothers tears flowed; Dad just stood in silence
Our eyes showed our emotions
"Will I see you again" his only words
We stood face to face, both lost in the moment
A shake of the hand brought smiles to our faces
Dads emotions always kept under control
Despite his smile, tears were running down his face
Mother held her grandchildren close
Her thoughts, scoop them up and take them home
Her eyes showed questions never asked
My Mothers final hugs were full of warmth
The scent of her perfume with me forever
The train was ready to leave, London town its first destination
Sydney Australia here we come 
The railway station platform now deserted
Empty spaces waiting to greet other travelers

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