A Tot of Rum or Two

Written for my dad on the occasion of his 90th birthday when I couldn’t attend the celebrations.

 

A TOT OF RUM OR TWO

When it comes to having birthdays,

Our dad’s had more than most

They’re almost a tradition,

Bit like the Sunday roast

He seems to cope with passing time

It’s wondrous to see

And High Street pavements

only meet his face occasionally

But that’s to be expected

for a fellow of his age

You don’t survive two wars, five kids

by living in a cage

So if he trips and stumbles

whilst yomping for the fray

Politely brush the litter off

and send him on his way

He met our mum, Cecelia

Cissie, to those who knew her

They were married over 40 years

And many good memories linger

There were good times, and some bad times

Marriage tends to be that way

But who of us has no regrets

Or things they’d wish to change

I looked up words to ‘explain’ our dad

and came up with a few

Beau Brummel seemed appropriate

from  staring at the view

But when it came to decision time,

wishing driving events ‘adieu’

I thought deeply and decisively

and settled on Mr Magoo

But some things have no matter

They’re not who you are

It’s the life you’ve led that defines you

That make you a shining star

You’re not a hallowed Surgeon.

Politician or Oil Magnate

But who at 90 can honestly say

They’re still a Chick Magnet  (sorry)

I’ll just say Hi to Brenda

She is the lucky one

In a long line of hopeful ladies

Who queued up to share the fun

She’s gracious and she’s caring

Which can only be a plus

And Brenda makes you happy

So that’s good enough for us

I’m sorry I can’t be there

to share this special time

Please forgive my poor attempt

To make this poem rhyme

So Dad, enjoy your birthday

Enjoy your family too

And raise a glass to all of us

A tot of rum or two

RIP DAD 1921 – 2018 

11 thoughts on “A Tot of Rum or Two

    1. Thank you. Yes I can understand your dad wanting to leave. Mine was pretty well up until a couple of years ago when dementia started getting the better of him. He had a wonderful wife (only for the last 6 years) and she cared for him right up until the end when it just got too much for her. They were in their own place with 24 hour doctor on call, so he was a lucky man really. He will be missed. I wish you and your dad well. X

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    1. Thank you for the lovely comment and for the follow. Yes he had tripped on a kerb, shortly before I wrote the poem and it fitted in rather well with the rhyme. Poor Daddy, I know he would have laughed too.

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