A son of Kilmarnock was he,
who rubbed his hands together with glee,
with dear, Margaret, Sam and Charles,
as dear Jock, and Peg, looked on.
He burned the spokes of his bike,
for a hot iron, he did strike,
to tune his head, to be a business man,
thus, he could survey some of the land.
But then a war came barging in,
so, he started with engineering,
in the REME, and the RAFA he made brothers,
that would protect, and love one another.
In the rough, a diamond he did find,
her name Diane Sarah Alice, so kind,
she would still; the roughness of his heart,
where the battlefield, he would depart.
Domesticity, gave birth to family,
two daughters, named Elaine and Wendy,
where they played, with their wide smiles,
over a journey, of many miles.
When he opened the home brew shop,
he heard a pitter patter, go clop, clop, clop,
here came James, Dan, Ellie, me and Charles,
saying “hello Grand-dad, can we ride in your car?”
I remember when I had, my first official drink,
he taught me bar etiquette, with a welcome wink,
“don’t forget, to say, and one for yourself!”
Dear Grand-dad said, pointing at the shelf.
Then the toasting became more frequent,
Grand-dad, me and Pa Joe, made the sequence,
then, dear Granny said “your lunch is up!”
After a struggled dawdle, he would sup.
Sadly, all good things, must come to an end,
I didn’t just lose a Grand-dad, I lost a friend,
though, his frame was frail, I remember his strength,
for his family, he would go to any length.
Six years have passed, since you have left,
I hope wherever you are, that you are blessed,
acting with a flamboyant revelry,
making sure all know the name, of JBG.