Introducing the Crofton Court Bard!

John Stenhouse recently became a resident here at Crofton Court, and shortly after his arrival he wrote a poem entitled ‘Coming into a care home’.

We all thought it was wonderful!  However, little did we know that John had been writing poems for many years, and had lots more for everyone to enjoy.  We thought we’d put a couple of them on the website, but it was really difficult choosing another, because they’re all brilliant.  In the end we chose ‘How I wish I had a grandad’.  Tissues at the ready when you read it!

Coming into a care home

D’you think he could play some Glenn Miller,

Or maybe some Irvine Berlin,

We11 Meet Again, or the White Cliffs of Dover,

Or When They Begin the Beguine.

We certainly don’t need any song sheets,

Word perfect we'll be ... don’t you fret,

There might be things that we just can’t remember

Words of songs though, we never forget.

I 'm not sure what the next generation will sing,

When they're in a Care Home like me,

I doubt very much if they'll have a sing song,

So they won’t know how great it can be..

See that is the problem with Pop songs,

They come and go quick as a flash,

Just like the singers and most of the bands,

Number One for a week and then ….. Crash!!!

So what are the poor fans left with,

Nothing memorable, Beatles maybe,

But they don’t have the lyrics and melodies we had,

Nor the memories, like you and me.

So I hope the new bloke can be tempted,

He’s maybe just waiting the chance,

I bet if he played a St. Bernard Waltz,

We'd all leave our wheel chairs and dance!!!!

How I wish I had a Grandad

How I wish that I had a grandad,

Lucky Jamie next door, he's got two,

I know they are old but there's lots they can tell you.

When you're troubled they know what to do.

See, I don't have no brothers or sisters,

Dad left us when I was just three,

And Mam' s always tired when she gets in from work,

So, its's only the puppy and me.

Yes! I've got lots of mates I can play with,

I’ve a laptop and an iPod upstairs,

What I want tho' is some one to talk with,

Who will listen and show that he cares.

Jamie's Grandad McFee has a keyboard,

He taught Jamie to play a few tunes,

They both sit in the stand, for the match at St. James's,

Or walk to the beach through the dunes.

His Grandad Will Jones was a miner,

He loves pottering about in his shed,

Jamie and he, make all sorts of things,

Only last week they baked bread!

But I did have a Grandad, Mam tells me..

Ber father Staff Sergeant Ray Black,

But her Dad, like my Dad, is not coming back,

You see, he gave his life in Iraq.

I know that it's not nice to grumble,

I've my Mam, and I know she loves me,

And we both think of Grandad, and what might have been,

Though he's dead he's a hero to me.