Eulogies

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.