Happy Mother's Day"Happy Mother's Day" means moreThan have a happy day.Within these words lie lots of thingsI never get to say.It means I love you first of all,Then thanks for all you do.It means you mean a lot to me,And that I hope to someday be just like you.But most of all, I guess it meansThat I am thinking ofYour happiness on this, your day,With joy, care and most of all, with love.
The Last of the BombardiersDown a lonely road on a cold black nightA miserable beggar trudged into sightAnd the people whispered over their beers"There goes the last of the Bombardiers!"What is a Bombardier? -- No replyBut men grow silent and women sighAs a death like silence fills the placeWith the gaunt grey ghost of a long lost raceFurtive glances from ceiling to floorTill someone or something opened the doorThe bravest of hearts turned cold with fearFor a thing in the door was a Bombardier!His hands were bony and his hair was thinHis back was curved like an old bent pinHis eyes were two empty rings of blackAnd he vaguely mumbled - "Shack Shack Shack"This ancient relic of the Second World WarCrept across the room and slouched at the barAnd in hollow tones from sunken chestDemanded a drink, and only the best!The people said nothing but watched in the glassAs the beggar produced his bombsight pass-The glass to the lips and they heard him say"Bomb Bays Open- Bombs Away!"Then speaking a wo