MY MOTHER  by Alan Gregory

Though in miles we are far apart

You’re always with me dear,

An angel with a golden heart

You are all that I hold dear

Don’t let the years change you

From when I was a boy

I hope and pray that one fine day

I see you there with joy

In that little house that I called home

Err this last twenty years,

I know that I’ll come home again

To see you safely there.

So God bless you dear heart

May angels see you through

This night and all the other nights,

Till I return to you.

MY FAMILY by Alan Gregory

First of all there is Old Dad.  At times he is a funny lad.

In the garden all day long, with spade and fork with all four prongs.

Then there’s Mar an angel she, flitting around like a bumble bee,

Around the house from place to place, where she gets it all nobody knows.

Vic is next upon the list, He’s a miner and works in the pits.

He had another job not long ago; he got a son so now you know.

Then there’s me, my name is “Lal”, sitting here without a pal,

Serving in India over the sea, You’d say “What a Sight”, if you saw me!

Then there’s big boy, his name is Ken, 6ft 2 and 15st 10,

His hair is red, his eyes are blue and he has just started building flues.

The small fry is a little girl, and we have named her Shirley

She is our father’s little pearl, so we were pushed out early.

This is our little family group.  There’s only me that’s in the soup,

But we’ll have a binge one fine day, when from this country, I sail away. 

  By  Private Alan Gregory of the Worcestershire Regiment.

This sensitive and talented young man of only 20 years, died in a military hospital in Burma on Monday 25^th November 1946.

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