It’s been a difficult couple of years. People taken from us before they should be. This is often a difficult time of year for some people and makes us all a little bit more nostalgic. Today, on Christmas Day, I’m pausing to remember absent relatives and hope you’ll join me in raising a glass to them. I’m sure this will resonate with you all.
“Blantyre Relatives, we miss so dearly”
Presents unwrapped with festive cheer,
We sip mulled wine, the holy day here.
Children’s laughter, games and fun,
Food aplenty, gorged our tums.
Blantyre basks in Christmas delight,
Carols ring out the Silent night,
Peace and goodwill to all that we choose,
With a Community spirit we’ll never loose.
But for all the celebrations now we make,
We should keep in mind, at this break,
Those who have passed and aren’t here,
The Blantyre people, we miss so dear.
To our mums and dads who suddenly passed,
To brothers, sisters and by no means last,
To Grandparents, friends, know our hearts breaking
As we stop to remember those lives that were taken.
Watching over us all from High Blantyre to Low,
Ever warming our hearts, making them glow,
Those Blantyre relatives, we miss so dearly,
They’re still with us now, know that clearly.
Paul Veverka,
Och Paul your poem struck a chord and made me greet, I’ll hold it dear until we meet, blantir folk we all are, whether here or there, near or far, God bless you all ..