In my
bloodstream
Run all the
all songs
That you
could
Never sing,
tied down
As you were
to the kitchen,
House and
office duties;
You nurtured
a full family
That has
largely forgotten you
In the
autumn of your life,
But you
continue to smile
Through your
tears of pain;
In the
post-retirement years,
You sing God
in moving hymns
Created by
you,
This is the
second phase of creativity;
Now,
liberated, you chant His name
And offer
sincere tributes to God,
Adding a
spiritual dimension to your
Rich personality
of an arts teacher;
Your life,
humble, eventful,
Mirrors the
country in its struggles,
You taught
your fragile son that
Faith and
hard work and integrity
Are the
virtues loved by God
And those in
possession of
These great
human qualities,
Can never be
defeated by
Heavy odds!
Your hymns
are now
My songs and
I sing
The joy of
being alive!
