Our my Schade
As recently as this
Father's Day Sunday
Sent me a message
Saying to my
Honorary Dad
Although I don't and am unable
to say it
I hope you know you are my
Honorary Dad
And because of our family history
I instantaneously both assumed and
also presumed
She was indeed in fact obviously
talking about my father her grandad
She looked after when he was dying
And she was a very young child
And as our conversation gradually
continued
She later and myself also said
Life is pretty simple its mostly all about
Paying attention and listening
And case in point I unfortunately
Provided her with undeniable proof
That I sadly myself whilst talking
a good game was not
Because when it comes to me
I quite obviously have a blind spot
But that does not get me off the hook
Or is in any way or form
A valid or genuine
Excuse
If anything it just proves
The point
I am no more better
But should as obviously does expect
Than from her own Dad
My niece Schade
Who's birthday it was
On the 5th of November
My sister told me has recently
been feeling down
So I took the time to pen her
this little jingle
To try my best to cheer her up
And it went a little like this
Some people's favorite day is
Monday
Some people's favorite day is
Saturday
Whilst some people's favorite day is
Sunday
But my favorite day of all
and will always be
Schade
Schade
Schade
The far best day above all
She did smile
And i then gushed
Like only a father can
Giving her hand away
On her wedding day
30 year's of mind
Yet only at the age of 5
Placed inside a foreign language
school without a single word
to speak or understand
Left alone in charge of my
father her grandad palliative care
Held my hand right to the very
end at the vets when my dog
was to be put down
Is it any wonder this kind hearted
child grew up so quickly
And was and to this day the
one that so called grown ups
call upon in times of need
While never stopping once to think
The cost of that the shoulder
placed upon had to bare
Is neither was nor was fair to ask
And thank the lord for i but not
her today
Stood beside her own father
And i seen and sore that very child
With nothing but a beaming
smile upon her face
And in some small way it reaffirmed
my lost belief in life
And that sometimes you actually
get out what you deserve
And the simplest of smiles
Means as much if not more if
you care
To you than it does to them
When once my Kayleigh
And Bianca asked
Uncky Chris why is our sister
Schade treated different better
than us
I had to hide a tear welled and my
eye's glassed
As truthful the honest answer was
She is and was the blue eyed
golden child
And still today my replies both
hurts and stings
Because what is one to supposed
to say put in that situation
And given my beautiful niece's
are not fool's
Otherwise why would they have
felt the need to raise the question
And they do know as do i
My retort and response will
be a lie scrambling to pave over
They will never be treated the
same as the sister they refer
to as she called Princess
Because sadly she is the one
prized and loved most above
of them all
And thought i understand and
accept we all amongst us have
our favorites
Please dear god never make it
So damn patent
Children feel the need to ask
This weekend is Mothers Day in South Africa
So my niece Schade decided to send my Mum
A lovely bunch of flower's and a Hamper
They arrived on Friday
And she hasn't stopped smiling and crying
Since she received them
They say its not the actual gift but the thought behind it that matters
And watching my Mum in sheer bliss
Proved that fact beyond a shadow of a doubt
Its was not the gift she actually loved
Just the fact Schade had though about her
If anyone out there reading this can take the time
To do anything for someone they Love
Do it if not for themselves then do it for yourself
Its the greatest gift you can give both of you
Love is sharing
Love is caring
Dare to Love
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