We trudged across the cinders to the seats

By the lovely flowerbeds so sweet

I had wanted to play out with skipping ropes

But Daddy made me take him to the park

Another day it was the bowling green

The grass well cared for looked so very clean

The round balls clicked if they just touched or bumped

Not like cricket, bowls did not have stumps

I preferred the flowers,they were the best

Later they were laid for him at rest.

Why did God not give us all three eyes.

Two to use and one lest we go blind.

Whatever God may be that’s not his way

Loss and gain are how we grow each day

Joy and sorrow mingle like two streams

The living waters bring us all we need