Dorothy Townson 1929 - 2020 I met Dot in seventy six The mum of my soon to be wife And over the years grew to love her This woman much larger than life. "Are you a bacon and eggs man?" Her very first words were to me I could tell if I give her 'wrong answer I'd be sent down the road for me tea. Sadly, Dot lost her husband quite early The cause of his M.S unknown But she picked herself up by her wellies And brought up the girls on her own. A widow, it can't have been easy With Dorothy, Margaret and Ba She knew what the three girls would go through Because she too, had grown with no pa. As a girl, she had played on a sheep farm She was blessed with a sister, Kathleen They grew up to be best of buddies Despite twenty years in between. She worked very hard with her children The passage of time simply flew They grew into three fine young ladies Though each very different, it's true. This comes from Mother (brackets) Warton Her greeting cards proudly proclaimed And after this strange salutation 'Mother Warton' was fondly nicknamed. Grandchildren come next in her history Emma (the girl!), John and James Though not much for outward affection She loved all the three, just the same. Young Ben was the next generation A great grandson to treasure, her own Each time 'lad turned up on 'doorstep Astonishment, "Now then. You've grown." Painfully, James split from Sarah John and Shaun went to Oz, wi' gay pride Dave, from the school, married Emma And mum took it all in her stride. She invented some real funny phrases Like tractors which 'wobble and do' And things being 'all gotten over' Or, 'that Humble, she hasn't a clue.' For her birthday, we took her to Paris To places that she'd never been In the Louvre gazing at 'Mona Lisa She said, "Place is kept spotlessly clean." Her favourite hobby was crosswords If stuck, she would pause for a bit Study, and research, and ponder Then make up a word that would fit. She'd watch Countdown on telly for hours Contestant would go tit-for-tat When Rachael resolved the maths problems She'd say, with a smirk, "I had that." Emma and Dave have their grandkids And mum was not lost to their charms When taken to see Dot-Dot Warton They were met with her welcoming arms. Her whole life was ruled by the Aga If you knew her, you'll not disagree You'd open'back door to be met with "Flu's blocked. Bread and scrape for your tea." She's had what they call a good innings Scored way beyond ninety, not out But the Good Lord has finally called her He'll be stuck with his crossword, no doubt. 'Mother Warton,' we're all going to miss you Your labours can finally cease Once again, you are back with your Jimmy And may God let you both Rest In Peace.