I thought this deserved a post all to itself! Thank you so much Lisa - we love it!!
My Ode to Meg
By Lisa aged 39 ¾
(One time nanny to a poet laurette..!! not that you would know!)
So, I watched Meg playing swing ball,
She was playing with her dad,
She leapt, she sprang, he huffed, he puffed
He really was quite bad!
As Jane and I sipped at our wine
The ball was bashed about
It soon became so clear to me,
What this was all about
She had just had chemo, so she was tired and probably feeling bad
But her courage, strength and love of life had her beating dad.
They were smiling, having fun, the love was all to clear,
Her face shone.. his was red (the cost to him was dear!)
But eventually, they came and sat, rested, had a snack,
Meggie laughed as her dad moaned and rubbed his aching back.
Jane sipped another mouth of wine, her face was all concerned…
“Phil be a dear, come rub my neck..my headache has returned!”
And as I sit, a stranger really, amongst these crazy folk,
My heart aches for them, it really does, for truly it's no joke,
What they face, is so very hard, a condition, all too rare
and as a family, more than any should ever have to bear.
But then I see sweet Meg, with her cheeky “Jack Black” eyes
And I know beyond all certainty, they are fighting for the prize
They will stand with Meg, at every step, , this family has not finished
Their love, their hope, their very core..tested, yet undiminished.
So Meg, what ever happens, the one thing you must see
your family love you Oh, SO MUCH,
they won't want to set you free.
They just won't want to be without you, your mum, your dad and Ellie
So picture yourself, at 46, 4 kids, a car and a dog that’s very smelly
Be proud, walk tall, just remember who you are,
Meg Stanley, a winner, swing ball extraordinaire,
a poet, a comic, a card player….(I hear with promising flair)
Cheeky, funny, a champ,
and loved beyond compare!!!!