Our father the lightning bolt.
With a screwdriver in one hand and cable in the other,
He always knew one from the other,
From Houses, to Shops, to churches alike, to knole house, to London, dad wired them right.
Never sad, always a smile, you could hear him whistle before his arrival.
He helped everyone at the drop of a hat, never denied anyone, not even a cat.
He was one of kind, he was liked by all, So I ask, please please Remember his smile.
Remember his humour, dry and full of wit,
He always called us his two little twits.
Take a walk in the park
Watch the deer’s play fight,
He will be there walking with you
But only in the light.
Listen to the breeze,
Hear the birds sing,
He will be there with you
In memory and kin.
‘Life is for living’
Please remember those words.
Our dad, the lightning bolt. The man of Sevenoaks.
Written by Amanda Eve . copyright2024
Amanda
17/03/2024
