Vena Humphrey Weston, Ontario

Parents: Sally and Moses McKay Spouse: Donald Ernest Humphrey Education: Verdun Quebec public schools, Verdun High and Verdun Business College Occupation: retired, 42 years in the working field Memberships: Con. Legion - Sec. Ladies Axil., Bowling, Red Cross Blood Bank and sewing volunteer: "I love writing poetry about love and kindness to others who have suffered through no fault of their own and give them the poem just to see them smile. I wish the killing and fighting could be stopped and people could live in harmony."

Christmas At Christmas time with snow on the ground And the outdoor lights glistening all around With lights twinkling from the Christmas tree Making a beautiful sight, for all to see. Trees with angels and tinsel balls too And popcorn stringers that's made by you Cherished ornaments that will never be forgot That over the years, the children have bought. Presents will soon be around the tree Making us guess what each will be The oh's and ah's the children will shout Hoping it's a gift they just couldn't live without. The lights will be lit on the tree and glow With the star on top letting us all know That Christmas is a time of love and sharing Of peace and good will with caring The turkey and trimmings will then soon appear Then we sit down together and bless all that are dear. Our grace giving thanks to God will be said With a hope that all God's children will also be fed.

Our Mother She cared for us with love in her heart Even at times when we were apart She was always there when we came home No matter how far we tended to roam. When we were younger she tried her best With our Dad out of work it was really a test She sewed and made us clothes galore Out of hand-me-downs, as there were four. Our Dad would work at anything that came And they taught us never to feel any shame For the depression left us all at a loss Not just the workman, but even the boss. We never went hungry for we surely know She would always make a big healthy steer And porridge each morn was a definite thing As she stirred the pot, she at times would sing. She made sure we grew up healthy and well And to her we sometimes never did tell How much we loved her for all she did And to thank her for the life we now live.

All poems Copyright © 1996 Vena Humphrey. All rights reserved.