CELIA'S POEMS
No 68 May 24
I
did tell you a story,
Of
how mum’s life was sad,
Today I’d like to tell you,
A
bit about my dad.
He
was one of fifteen children,
And
life was very tough,
You
couldn’t say he was brought up,
He
was dragged up very rough.
At
12 his father said to him,
You
start in the mill next week,
That wasn’t what he wanted,
But
was not allowed to speak.
He
met a man with a horse & cart,
Who
delivered oil to farms,
The
man was glad of this young lad,
And
an extra pair of arms.
He
loved his job on the horse & cart
In
the cellar he had to stay,
His
father thought he was at the mill,
Didn’t know he ran away.
This went on for a long time,
If
he got caught he would get beat,
His
mother didn’t have time to help,
She
was just run off her feet.
She
also had two sets of twins,
It
made me shed a tear,
When my dad did tell me,
She
had them in one year.
To
deliver fuel all the time,
Was
what he really longed for,
So
he ended up driving a tanker,
During the second world war.
From those poor beginnings,
He
had made the right choice,
He
started his own business,
Owned a Jaguar and a Rolls Royce.
So
what I’m trying to say to you,
If
there’s something you want to do,
You’ve got to dig your heels in,
Work hard and see it through.