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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