I wanted to email you but couldn’t find an address on your site. I just wanted to let you know that everyone admired your poem at the funeral and said how nice it was to have something different from the norm. My brother, especially, found it very moving.

I have started writing again but only seem to have inspiration for the one topic – Dad. Guess it’s early days! Here are a couple of my latest efforts. I have a long way to go to match your standards. I wish there was a poetry group near me.

Hope you are keeping well and the writing is flowing.

Regards
Lesley

lesleysmithson@yahoo.co.uk

Wish You Were There
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When I was small, it seemed to me,
That if I fell and scraped my knee,
I’d need someone to carry me,
You were always there.

From you, I learned that I could be,
Whatever I desired to be,
I knew that you believed in me,
You were always there.

And when I reached maturity,
You came to mean much more to me,
My friend and father, equally,
You were always there.

In time, you slowed down physically,
And sometimes you relied on me,
But that’s the way that it should be,
You were always there.

Although it did occur to me,
One day, you’d not be there for me,
I hid from the reality,
You were always there.

I rang, you didn’t answer me,
I hurried to your side to see,
You sitting just where you should be,
But you weren’t really there.

You’d gone, you had abandoned me,
I miss your presence constantly,
And words can never comfort me,
Now you’re no longer there.

Meeting the Big Boss
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Sorry you’d to come at such short notice,
You’re tired, I see, so I won’t keep you long,
Time for me to ease your years of service,
To make you work so hard for me was wrong.
Muscles groan and ache from growing older,
The mind wears down from trouble, stress and strife,
Take my hand, it’s time to let me shoulder,
The heavy burden of your daily life.
For you, at last, deserve to be relieved,
Of all the pain that living life can cause,
Alas, your loved ones have to be bereaved,
It’s sad, but one of life’s eternal laws.
I’ve come to welcome you and vow to bring you ease,
Step into my Kingdom, where you’ll find love and peace.

I still haven’t updated the site – too much happening, I might try to post the poems I used for funerals later as someone said they were a nice alternative from the stock ones some people use.

My thoughts are with you at this hard time for you.

Yesterday, I lost my father. My brother and I found him together on his sofa and I remembered your poem. It says everything I feel and would want to say. Would you let me borrow it please? Of course I will understand if you would rather I didn’t. I probably shouldn’t ask.

Wishing you well. Lesley

Rob

http://majesticlure.blogspot.com/

I came across you looking for a twentieth century Welsh poet, I’m guessing a male, who wrote a poem about stumbling about drunk and pinching a police woman’s bottom, in the style of Dylan Thomas, any ideas?