A Rose For My Mother

 A rose for my mother 
A beer for my dad
 For my sister,a glass of claret,of that,she would be so glad 
For my brother,would be a whiskey,maybe a shot or two
 For Sheila,maybe a Chardonnay,to chase away the blues

Mums music was Glen Miller,she loved to dance and jive
 Amongst my sisters tastes was Mr Williams,Angels,to my surprise 
​​​​​​ My brother liked all kinds of sounds,but he loved the Rolling Stones 
Bet he’s up there now dancing to the sound of Brown Sugar,he’ll dance till the cows come home 
​​​​​​ Sheila,she was a cultured soul,with ABBA,what a choice 
Agnetha and Anni-Frid,they have the soothing voice 
​​​​​​ Dad rarely spoke about music,though he whistled plenty of tunes
So when we did an hours show for his 90th,I asked him what he wanted us to do 
​​​​​​ Just For Kicks was our band back then,we played a medley of songs 
We put a big smile on my old dads face,in my heart,that memory belongs
This poem is for the likes and loves and memories of my family I adore 
​​​​​​ I hope in heaven,they’re looking down as I open all of life’s doors