To my Mam and Dad

You guided me through all the days of my youth,
Until then a young man I became,
And from a callow teenager, who was somewhat uncouth,
I began to be proud of my name.

You taught me the pride that a working man had,
In a village of people as one,
And I am so proud of my own Mam and Dad,
That my worship could go on and on.

You left me – I thought – to that heaven above,
And my own life was lonely and poor,
But now you often return here to give me your love,
And I know that you live evermore.

We chat – in our own way – you listen, I speak,
As I tell you my worry and care,
You never reply, except sometimes a sigh,
But always, I know you are there.

I am proud of the love that you left me,
I am proud of the vision you give,
I am proud that you walk, hand in hand in the land,
We call heaven, – the place where you live

God bless you both xx
Mick, ( Your babby xx )

( Copyright Michael Westwood 2014 )