#52 Ancestors
Suddenly, more than 30 years ago
Our Dad left this plane for another
Memories of him flooding in today
From his last two children, me and my brother!
Known for his eccentric behaviour
He was a character, much larger than life
I suspect he was not easy to live with
Least of all for our mother, Winnie, his wife!
What do you recall from meals at the table
I remember his singing, raucous and off key
Do you remember his attempts at the jokes
Falling flat, the laughter, the best bits for me!
The eldest of six, for Walter and Harriet
He took on the mantle of man of the house
Reluctantly, tenderly, aged just fifteen
When his Dad died early, a lion, no mouse!
Remember the story of the time of your birth?
Dad driving to safety, 1940, the worst!
Dodging snipers and bullets, from attack overhead
Mum went into labour, with twins, yes you were first!
He travelled the oceans, later in the forties
Made a new life for his tribe here in Australia
Sailing first, and alone, into the port of Melbourne
Sent for his tribe the next year, with all our regalia!
It was our good fortune to have a Dad like him
Ensuring we all had good choices for education.
No grass grew beneath him, perpetually moving
Many houses later, opened a store and service station!
You took after him, in the field of mechanics
Both you and your twin, learned early and well.
Built a racing car, right there in the back yard.
There was no thwarting your Zeal, holy hell.
Little did you know what that cost our Dad
Memories, tragic accident at race track, dead
He blamed himself for Uncle Ted’s untimely death
His words at the scene, the Newspapers said
I know he was proud of his children’s achievements
Eldest daughter a Nurse, eldest son a Sailor
Youngest daughters in commerce and teaching
Twin boys super mechanics, but none of them tailors.
I know from my searching in old parish records
He came from a long line of tailors in history.
His father, his grandfather and more male ancestors
From Devon to London, they forged a dynasty
Our heritage is blessed with his stoic enterprise
And thinking of Cecil, on this special Sunday
Thanks to you, Dad we have lived a good life
Wishing you a long rest for your Father’s Day
Carole