In my life I've loved them all

There's a tune to this one! 

We left Liverpool in two cars, me driving my Dad's Honda Jazz back up to Scotland and Gail driving our car. both full of the things we wanted to keep. As is my want I started imagining and thinking and reminiscing and wallowing! A good internet friend had given me the first line and the rest flowed along the motorway. The journey seemed to sail by, certainly the turn off to Preston did  as I found myself en-route to Manchester on the M62 before I knew it.

Much later as I crossed the border into Scotland the last line was penned and I enjoyed the rest of the drive knowing I had managed to capture snapshots of my early life in verse.

Liverpool nestles softly in the pocket of my heart

And angels whisper to me never to depart.

Take me back to Exley Street

Playing at my mother’s feet.

We kissed the girls and made them cry

Paul and Michael, Pete and I.

Names and places, thoughts and things 

The beauty that these memories bring

Little houses in a row

I don’t know why they had to go.

A block of flats on Greenbank Drive 

Where a girl kissed me...oh man alive.

I got a job and left my school

Paisley shirts and joiners tools.

But around the bend past Netherley 

And Woodlands joins the memory.

Names and places, thoughts and things

The beauty that these memories bring.

A kit of drums and a mini car 

Now I wonder who you are?

Just one more stop along the road 

Mossleyhill where they grew old.

Jean and Margaret, Bob and Tom

Then I packed my case and kissed my mum.

Names and places, thoughts and things

The beauty that these memories bring

Bitter-sweet the memories fade

And angels flutter in the shade

Oh Liverpool you bonny place

You sunny, sunny land

And all the hearts that you embrace 

Will know and understand.

Liverpool you bonny place

You sunny, sunny land

And all the souls whose lives we trace

Leave footprints in the sand.

 Auntie Elsie, Uncle Hol

Our Bill and Viv, 

Joyce and Val

Billy Miles

Granny Evans, 

Old Bill

Margie Blow, 

Mrs Ackers

Terry Keenan and Lilly

Terry, Carol, Tommy

Pauline & Marie

Sonny Moffat, Albert Lancs

The Benyons, 

Mush the dog

Peter, Paul and Michael

Raymond Peers

Susan Murray

Margaret Jones

Jimmy Molyneux

Vivienne Yates

Daz and Woody

Mr Banks

Dave and Dave and Dave 

Janet and Janice

Mr and Mrs Thompson

Barry

Ms Shepherd (inlahabou)

Violet and Harold Sharp

Harry the caretaker

Carol and Terry

Netta 

Bert Potter

Peter McGovern and Rita

Geof and Mac

Sister Marion

Kenny John and Cid

Margaret, Di and Thelma

Dot and Colin

Derek and Jude

Remember 

 

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Mossleyhill Road, 31st March 2012

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This was my mother and father's house in Liverpool which they bought in 1975. Once my dad moved up to Edinburgh we put the house on the market. When the sale was confirmed we spent several weekends in Liverpool clearing the place, it was quite a difficult process. 

Anyway it's done now and a young family has bought the house with two small children. It's quite a nice thought that the house will have children in it opening Christmas presents and having birthday's there. Good luck and best wishes to them. 

It was a happy home for us, all the memories are good ones. I was 19 when they moved there, just completing my apprenticeship and I used the house to practice my emerging skills. Some of the things I built where still there when we said goodbye to it on that weekend. 

As seems to be the norm on these occasions a little rhyming thought jumped into my head as we made the final preparations...

 
Tonight the house will be empty and we will sleep on the floor.
Tomorrow I'll leave the keys behind and we wont come back no more :(

Oh God

Here we go again I hear me say...another little plea for understanding. But what's to understand? It's the way of the world. Things aren't fair or unfair they are actual. 
Still...

Oh God

If there is a God

Oh God if there isn't.

Things happen around me

And I don't have a clue anymore.

Everything's young and new

And I don't wear the right shoes anymore.

Was everything bright and blue?

If so that doesn't seem true anymore.

Oh God

If you're listening

Oh God if you can't.

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In Dreams

Today I went for a walk. I promised myself over Christmas I would get more exercise this year and try to be a little bit healthier but this wasn't one of those walks. 

Yesterday, Friday 13th of January 2012 my Dad was told his cancer had returned, no real details at this stage but there isn't much to add I doubt. He looked so small and helpless in his dressing gown in the ward and me trying to give him hope. I hope there is hope..

This came from the walk:

Think of something else to think at at.

But don't think about that.

Look at the trees

And look at the river

Look at the sky

In dreams he'll be there with her

In dreams I'll be there too

In dreams my mother whispers

We're both so proud of you.

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slainthe

A toast to the new year...


Here's to Yours
And Here's to Mine.
Here's to Those
Time's Left Behind.
Here's to the Noo
And Here's to the Morrow.
Here's to Joy
To Hell with Sorrow.

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and it's Christmas variant..


Here's to Yours
And Here's to Mine.
Here's to Those
Time's Left Behind.
Here's to Now
And Here's to Then.
Here's to the Star
Over Bethlehem.

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