My dad was in the army

Describe a family member.

My dad was in the army

Twenty nine years and more

From thirty eight to sixty eight

He’d joined before the war.


He spent the war in Burma

Fourteenth Army there

Then there was Malaya

A skirmish over there.


A couple of spells in Germany

He had us kids by now

And three years out in Cyprus

When they had troubles there.


He liked to keep strict discipline

‘Why?’, ‘Because I say.’

The punishment for being too slow;

A clip around the ear.


He didn’t used to talk a lot

My mum made up for that.

He never talked about the war.

Said ‘soldiers don’t look back’.


He always had a special chair

A pipe or cigarette.

He smoked a lot, he always had

We thought he’d never stop.


Heart problems didn’t stop him

He simply didn’t stop

But when they said he’d lose a leg

He stopped it overnight.


Sadly with the damage done

Quitting wasn’t enough

Though he lived a decent age

He suffered from a stroke.


Because he didn’t say a lot

We never got that close

He’d quickly hand the telephone

Over to my mum.


But now I’m getting older

I see myself in him

I am equally taciturn

Perhaps it comes from him.


I’m not strong on discipline

I struggle to be stern

But his Scots dad was very strict

I think it came from him.


My dad’s great strength was loyalty

He always stuck by us.

We sometimes don’t appreciate

Our parents till they’re gone.

My mother’s name was Margaret

Describe a family member.

My mother’s name was Margaret

I’ve told her life in verse.

I told it in a full length book

You’ll find it if you search.


She had an awful childhood.

She never knew her dad.

They used to blame the kids back then

And she was treated bad.


Sad inside she hurt a lot

But always liked a laugh

Surrounded by her family

Was all she ever asked.


Skinny when she married

She’d eat when she felt sad

So much love to spread around

Alas her health was bad.


Margaret was a soldier’s wife

She travelled quite lot.

But in the end she settled down

Content with what she’d got.


For her that meant a family

And she was at its heart.

I hope that we made up a bit

For Margaret’s awful start.


She said she’d write her story

But of course she never did.

That is why I wrote my book.

I hope you’ll take a look.