A Poet Lost

Evening all,

If every day is an awakening, you will never grow old. You will just keep growing - Gail Sheehy

A Day to celebrate our Uncle Donny's Life.....he passed away suddenly....not long after we celebrated the life of his sister.
Now in heaven he joins his best friend, his Mum, who will already be laughing along with his Brother, Shug and listening to his Sister, Lorna (Mamma), sing. Now there's a Poet too.

Donny wasn't a religious man, far from it, so his Nephew did his eulogy and what a fantastic job he did. I have never laughed so much at a funeral as he recited stories of Donnys' life and read his poems. It really was a celebration !!! ;0)

Colour Purple

I went and dropped my glasses once in a pot of dye,
and when I put them on again, I saw a purple sky.
Purple birds were flying up from a purple hill,
Men were grinding purple cider, from a purple mill.
Purple Donella was playing, with a purple doll,
and little purple flies were crawling up the wall.
And at the dinner table I got crazy as a loon,
from eating purple mince and tatties with a purple spoon.

Donny Couper, Bard of Burntisland

Have a great evening ;0)

TTFN ;0)