Visiting Bea
Might you be her son she asked
Each week I see you here
Oh no, I’m not her son I said
I’m just a volunteer
“Just a volunteer” she said
As I turned to walk away
I wonder if you’d have the time
I've something to convey
Do you know how much she waits
For the day that you arrive
How she listens for your voice
Her senses more alive
Do you know she checks her watch
Many times before
You arrive to visit her
And enter through her door
Do you know she speaks of you
When you are not there
And tells us stories you have told
Tales see likes to share
Do you see the smile she gives
To you when you are here
How she loves to hold your hand
Your presence is so dear
Do you know you’re in her prayers
That she says every night
A prayer to keep you safe from harm
When you are out of sight
Do you know how much you mean to her
The difference that you make
By chasing boredom from her hours
And her loneliness forsake
These are gifts you give to her
Every time you’re here
And that is why there’s no such thing
As “ Just a volunteer”
A bitter row with his Dad
Made son Forest very mad
and set him all afire!
Off to England to compete from afar,
Quickly producing a rival 'Mars' bar!
Tribute to Forest Mars son of Frank of 'Milky Way' fame