Lasting Tribute for Valerie Mary CUBITT (NEE SPEIGHT)

SUNNY SALAD DAYS

No more stews and casseroles -
Piping hot and spicy ting -
The oven cools and out we bring -
The salad leaves and beetroot whole -
The dips –that flip – the crunchy dish -
That gives your thoughts a moment’s wish -
To savour taste – nothing to waste.
Enjoy it with both meat and fish -
And even radish has a trick
To repeat and then repeat -
And if you’re slow – not nippy quick -
The mustard cress will bite your feet -
Enjoy the muzzing and the buzzing -
Hazy, lazy days of fuzzing -
Strolling, rolling forever calling
To the green, green grass so sweet
That lives beneath your feet!

V M Cubitt

ADAGE

Plan a holiday well and it will turn out to be just that – a holiday.

V M Cubitt

ADAGE

Snowdrops and crocuses – they herald the Spring while the beauty of a rose gives us Summer. The chestnuts and red fire welcomes Autumn – but winter – stays asleep.

V M Cubitt

ADAGE

A new baby is a whole new life for you all.  

V M Cubitt

St. GEORGE’S DAY

Strange that our very own noble Saint belongs to others too -
He came from Persia and many a town that serves all Europe true -
He is also the saint of the Una tales -
And was a very brave man -
But was there really a dragon?
Please tell me – know all you can!
The cross: Red on white -
Or is it the other way -
It was his before we took it
To be our emblem to stay.
He is also the patron saint of scouts -
So be prepared – do your best -
And when a dragon reappears -
Face the beast – Pass the test!

V M Cubitt

HOT CROSS BUNS

No longer one a penny – two a penny
And hardly any spice -
The cross that’s placed upon them -
Doesn’t taste half as nice -
Today – nay yesteryear.
Feed them to your daughters
But that would not be right
Obesity and plumpness is
Every child’s plight.
Feed them to your strapping sons
And see them from the start.
Begin the downward journey
To a nasty working heart.
So, take care when taking a bite
Do not indulge too far
Enjoy the hot cross bun –
Just one -
Then walk -
Omit the car.

V M Cubitt

Sixty years ago today
You took my hand and led the way
To a land of children four
You always said you wanted more!

In a life of turns and twists
You couldn't live without your lists.
Poems, sayings, stories too
All the magic that made you you.

As I know already said,
Looking back the day we wed
So many happy years have flown
And now I am but all alone
But when it comes to writing verse
Yours are good and mine are worse.

Dear Mum - remembering you on Mother's Day, wishing I could give you a daffodil just like the old times. With Love, Martin, Tania, Rebecca and Andrew xoxoxoxo