Some of Craig’s favourite things
A Photographic profile of Craig
Ode to Craig’s 60th
A bald head glistens
Ears of cauliflower
He can always spare a minute
Yet he’s organised to the hour
He gives unconditional love
As soon as the kitchen is clean
His brain loves all the colours
But his heart loves red and green.
What be it that space?
Of course last week it were void
Now its arbitrarily filled
I shall develop a haemorrhoid!
For the deepest of his stare
Must remain bare
Or be it his conscience
Will crumble in despair
Yet profundity questions after
Year of repeat
While I slump over disorganised
Craig sits straight in his seat
The balance of chaos
Is it beneficial as a whole?
When positivity resounds
Effort takes not its toll
One curious nuance of Craig’s mind as such
When some would say little but he would say much
A rare virtue he carries like empathy to Cupid
Never once have I heard him refer to someone as stupid
His emotional aptitude
And the holes in it that glow
But less than half his age I am
So what would I know?
His aggressive driving style
And his impatience for the road
Juxtaposed by the warmth
He welcomes all into his abode
His selective love of animals
And his care for the land
His supermarket crop-dusting
Only some could understand
Never ever have I met
Someone so organised yet creative
From his collection of headwear
To love of plants that’re native
Inspirational is an understatement
When I consider his mind
24 years of history lessons
And there’s still more I can find
He has been given one life
And makes the most of it he tries
A legacy he does and will hold
Past the day he dies
Only 60 he be today
So there’s plenty more to come
But fuck him living to 100
If I have to wipe his bum
Yet one does not often accomplish
All deeds held in his stride
Without the incredible influences
He has had as a guide
And that why I shift the attention
To one of such honourable worth
One who has been there before
The day of his birth
Be it Moira his Mother
There could be no other
Connection intertwined
Every sister every brother
She spreads peace upon the land
From the back to the front
She has moulded this man
And he’s turned out to be a ….. great man!
No lazy qualities
No spiteful tongue
No hint of judgement
Of any social rung
His ethics are vast
In terms of effort at work
The long hours he commits
And with a smirk
Yet one of the tasks
He has taken on in my life
Was one in the depths
Of family’s strife
To take on a role
After the death of his wife
To rise to stability
While instability was rife
To understand his spawn
On twice the levels of play
To empathise reality
And provide every day
To teach us compassion
In a world suddenly so dark
To reassure us the fashion
In which we could make our mark
Holding standards of peak
Empathising when we were meek
Ensure the house was kept spotless
Week after week
Craig brought back the light
That’s guided us through all
Encouraging each
And cushioning our falls
Yet however passionate I sound
In my words and in my manner
The reasoning for my prose is like
A works to a spanner
Some suggest love
Or the motivation to thrill
But honestly I’m just ensuring
My place in the Will!
Hayden Buller 16/11/2019
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