Everytime I try a little harder I know it is you
A voice deep and melodious
Who whistled many tunes
A man born in poverty
A father who was strapped
A bedroom where you slept
Always back to back
You whom I always trusted
Who gave my mother love
Brought me up a good person
To value truth and love
I never made it to the Gods
And sat in the stalls
But the hay was humble
You gave me it all.

Thank you my dear Dad, Eric William Henry Ayton-Robinson.
Love your daughter Mary x