Parents Methods

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