For Haton. HATON’S POEM Perhaps we had better explain; Haton is a family pseudonym. As when the grandchildren came along They always pronounced Harriet’s name wrong. Haton loved the family around Filling the house with laughter and sound. Her parties were invites not ignore, With fun and games and food galore. She also took pride in her greenhouse and garden, Growing tomato’s that beat her son Martin’s. She always giggled when she gave him the first one, As his still had trusses of flowers on. Another joy was a little retail therapy, A new pair of shoes always made her happy. Haton has passed on this family gene And happy to accept it is daughter Janine. Some happy times spent with husband John Was getting their tartan attire on. Swirling and burling having fun With the Otley Scottish Caledonian. Many a night was spent with friends Battling out bridge to the bitter end. And at the weekend armed with crossword and pen. Were many happy hours spent with John, her best friend. Love you always, your loving Family.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 21:39:39 +0000