From Humble Beginnings

FROM HUMBLE BEGINNINGS As the bitter Northern wind howled in the grey early morn, Sat a young child half frozen, looking sad and forlorn, He came from a rundown broken home, with 6 siblings, Where there was little money, no hope and poor beginnings. Rob always sat on the same flat rock in a nearby littered field, Not dressed for the biting winter, and his body to shield, Sat aimlessly, blankly gazing at coal trucks driving by, Tears rolling down his grubby cheeks, he’d let out a heartfelt sigh! His father drove trucks, would he come home, even late, tonight, Would his mother be sober, kiss her husband; say all would be right, Would there ever be enough food for a big family of nine, Or would they forever stay hungry, sent shivers up his spine! A young girl his age noticed this boy, whose name was Rob, Dressed in a warm coat, gloves, ear muffs, but was no snob, Lived in the suburbs, often saw Rob today, she brought him a coat, A slab of chocolate, a warm scarf for his head, ears and throat! Young Rob liked this young Missy, they began to meet every day, Lizzy invited him home, met her parents, went there every Sunday, Their friendship grew, and blossomed and they fell madly in love, Rob studied, got a scholarship to Technical College, rewarded from above. Lizzy’s father was the Mine Manager, and he liked this young man, When finished his studies, made him foreman and gave him a van, They got engaged in December, married in the spring of the following year, Rob became a dad, loved his wife, who had pierced his heart with a spear! They grew old together, as did Lizzy’s parents, who both got ill and died, Rob became Mine Manager, this family had adopted him with such pride, But he never forgot his own parents, and his oh so humble beginnings, Always sent them a monthly sum, and for them always had feelings!