Agatha

Tired and weary you made no fuss,
You tried so hard to stay with us.
You suffered so much and told so few
You never deserved what you went through.
I will miss you so very, very much.
All my love, your sister,
Nellie

My Darling Sister Agatha

Not a day passed when we didn't speak... we shared everything. Our love, our family, our pain and our joys.

I miss you my darling sister.
You were not only my sister but my best friend.
I never thought our lives together would ever end
but now you have gone I miss you so.
I shed silent tears, my tears just flow.
You and I have been through thick and thin
but in the end we both will win.
When you were suffering I felt your pain.
You confided in me over and over again
how you wanted this suffering and pain to end
and finally it’s over to Heaven you’ve been sent.
You will always be my sister and my best friend.
My love for you my darling, my love will never end.
Your suffering and pain, at my heart it tore
but one day my dearest we’ll be together once more,
I pray to God in the Heavens above
to bestow on you His eternal love.
So when you see a new star in the sky to shine
You’ll know that it is that beautiful sister of mine.

© CJ Roccisano

Anzac Day

Anzac Day is remembrance day,

for every soldier who went away,

to a far land they went to fight,

some came back,some thought they might.

They were in Gallipoli, to keep us safe,

Australian and New Zealand men were so brave.

There were older men, some just boys,

only a few years ago, were playing with toys.

Why are there wars, why do we fight?

Every man should be able to see daylight

but mothers suffered in so much pain,

they would never see their sons again.

Wives and lovers cried each day

because their brave soldiers went away.

Fathers missed their sons so much,

they would never stay in touch.

Children had their fathers no more,

all they got is the medals they wore.

So our people please be proud,

on Anzac Day, sing aloud.

Let others know, lest we forget,

for all those men we've never met.

Be proud of our soldiers, who never saw their country again,

be proud also of the ones who returned. For it was not in vain.

©  CJ Roccisano

Seventy Three

22 March 2012

On Thursday I will be seventy three

but that is just between you and me.

an old bag with wrinkles on my skin

some day some one will throw me in the bin.

But who cares some don’t reach my age

their death notices you can read them on a page

but when you live as long as I have done

you can’t climb stairs or go for a run.

I just hope I live another twenty years

I hope when i say that some one cares.

Don’t be surprised when you next see me

because if you call me old bag I’ll charge you a fee.

My life as been long, mostly good but sometimes bad

but I’m still here, so don’t feel too sad.

I love my life most of the time

so don’t be worried, children of mine.
©  CJ Roccisano

For Agatha

My darling sister, my best friend
our love for each other will never end.
If we could turn back the hands of time
we could do so much more when we were in our prime.
We had so much fun and never were sad,
some people would say that we were quite mad.
We laughed and were always on our way
and never cared what people might say.
The toilet rolls which rolled down the street
we were so busy and so were our feet.
The sister we teased day after day,
we were pests but would not go away.
Bingo and the Casino were our favourite thing
we were always happy with our little fling.
I hope one day when we are gone
that we still have fun together but not alone.
You’ll be my sister and my best friend forever and ever
our love for each other will never sever.
So my darling sister, I will be there
we’ll always be together everywhere.

©  CJ Roccisano