my happy secure home…
Rang with laughter.
The radio light programme,
trilled from the corner sideboard
Almost all day,I remember
Mum singing along.
“ I can’t tell a waltz from a tango
I never know what my feet are goner do
no I can’t tell a waltz from a tango
darling when I dance with you”.
Dad insisted on hearing – the news.
The Home Service, the serious programme…
Alvar Liddell’s sonorous tones,
Told us of the world’s events.
By the open coal fire
I’d sit, gazing into the embers
Seeing sights in my imagination
Only half listening to those around me.
On some Christmas’s Dad’s brothers
Uncle Jim and Uncle Fred
Came round with their families.
When more than a few bottled beers later
Dad would lift the lid of our old piano.
Uncle Jim’s harmonica
Never far from his pocket
Uncle Fred ,Aunty Gladys
Standing Victorian arm in arm.
The revelry began.
Dad was a good singer
My two brothers,
Our cousins we each
Had our favourite songs
But would sing along
To all the other old tunes.
Silver Threads Among the Gold
Oh dear What Can The Matter Be?
Who killed Cock Robin?
Such happy times.