RECOGNIZING WINN at 102

Paying tribute to WINN on her 102nd birthday,

whose love will never grow old and for whom her family is precious.

 

Her Centenary came and she sat on her throne

Tiara her crown, the whole town was there,

Even the Mayor; and the Queen had her say.

And we saw her beam, her smile was everywhere

For her love rebounded in a surprising way.

 

That day relatives reconciled to each other,

And cousins, who now look like their mothers,.

Came in waves, two years ago to pay tribute

with a special flower and a salute,

honouring she who was Queen Mum, that special day.

 

For years she remembered us all

A card would be sent, $10 inside,

On each birthday inscribed in her book,

To all her family, however wide,

with a prayer and hope that God was on their side.

 

For her, Mum, Nan, Nanny, Nanna,

her love knows us all to the fifth generation.

Every child, even if occasionally precocious,

is held with esteem in high admiration:

her love knows them all, for her family’s precious.

 

Now her body grows old, as her memories dim

Her mind, like a stone, skips across the pond,

Oblations to her Lord are a remembered hymn

Whilst her love for her family is a special wand,

Touching also lives of friends, neighbours, young and old.

 

To her Lord, her church, her town flows devotion;

To her nieces she is their inspiration;

To her Man, “Dearest Darling”, penned with emotion;

To her Mum she was a Rose, while her Dad was biased,

And to her Lord, she gave her ‘Utmost for the Highest’.

 

Ian

 

Done