The Great Family Clock

Whack clap and a calming pat,

A gentle man in a naval hat,

Wooden guns elastic bands,

Family values passing hands,

Clocks swing by as watch hands fly,

A jewel, a ring a families king.

A man, a father a grandad tall and great but someone with whom you could always relate.

Dangling lines but no real catch, a hobby, a past time, but more for the pleasure, time spent with famIly for that was his treasure.

Horses and bookies, whiskey and water, an amazing son and a beautiful daughter.

A wife he doted on and was scared to leave, his biggest fear would be not being there to help her greave.

A match made in heaven, a family’s roots, il be proud if I could ever fill a third of their boots.

His time has come and passed,

his ship was prepared he hoisted his last mast.

Now all we have are memories

which bind us together forever,

Stories to tell which bring sunshine and joy, whatever the weather.