A story of a ppalling life [1].. PART ONE,

One day a man and woman

met on this planet earth,

-lives joined, they stated bloomin’,

and  “Paul” was named at birth.

Then as their other children

came out to bloom as well

(in what could be  garden,

or else could be a hell)..

..the garden rang with calling,

and singing was there too,

and one (who’d carried Paul in)

played organ, or kazoo!

The one who could not sing much,

tried too, to sing along.

Some may think it was a crutch,

but always, it was song.

And when the generations

got old & others came,

they had their lamentations,

songs… just stopped short of blame.

The father & the mother

they loved each daughter, son,

there’s nothing that they ’druther

than see them grow, each one.

And now the songs are growing,

they’re coming thick & fast

And I think there’s a knowing …

..it’s gonna be a blast!

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[1] A poem on My Life’s Story  (a topic suggested by Jo May.. at the family BBQ break-up Mon 21/Nov/2011) - PART 1; part 2...