OUR PEACE BABY.

OUR PEACE BABY.

NOT REALLY PASSED, JUST GONE FOR A WHILE.

The reason we remember the eleventh of November,
Is because it's the day the war ended.
But another event, a babe, Heaven sent,
Was born, and no doctor attended.

In the rush of the day, while the whole world did play,
My Nana was labouring hard.
My Mum was born on that peace making morn,
With only my Grandpa on guard.

When business resumed the following noon,
He registered the birth. Joy and laughter!
Little then did he know that the records would show,
She was born on the twelfth - the day after!

Sixty five years went past, pension age came at last,
My Mum then applied for her dues.
"Can't have cake today, the twelfth is the day,
"Not the eleventh,as you felt fit to choose!"

She argued the toss, then accepted her loss
Admitting she was born a day late.
But from that day on, she partied on strong
On the eleventh AND the twelfth, (what's a date?)

When that dear lady died, we gathered and cried,
And asked the time of her demise.
The doc shook his head, and sadly he said,
"Around midnight - can't be more precise"

And so once again, two dates, with a pen,
Were written on parchment in ink.
She was born on two days, and left the same way,
God did that on purpose, I think.

The day that we chose for her dear eyes to close,
Was April 22, and here's why:
My dear brother Al, (it's his birthday as well)
Said 'twas his way of saying Goodbye.

All who knew Mother, loved her like no other,
There were no ifs or buts or just maybe.
She was born on the day of Remembrance, we say,
She's forever our special "Peace Baby".