The
Wedding Poet

Kate is happy to put pen to paper for any of your special occasions such as birthdays, anniversaries, christenings or naming ceremonies. Also for the much sadder times in life like funerals and rememberance services.

Please do contact Kate if you would like her to write something for you.

Other Occasions

• Anniversaries
• For Tracy from the Heart
• For Andrew, On Our Fifth Anniversary
• Christenings
• Freya
• Hello Little Fluffy Duck
• Birthdays
• Joe Savona
• The Family Album
• Funerals
• Mummy
• Dad
• Other Poems
• My Granddaughters
• The Search for Mr Right
• The Halloween Party
• Our Lollipop Man
• We Love Our Family

For Tracey from the Heart

Darling Tracy, light of my life
I couldn't be happier that you are my wife
I don't always have the words to say
That I love you more each and every day

You're my wife, my lover but in the end
You always were and always will be my best friend
You've been there for me, through fair and stormy weather
And no matter what may come our way we'll face it well together

Life can seem a grind sometimes with shopping, kids and cleaning
But I hope that through our partnership we give it all some meaning
Because when I watch you day-to-day getting on with life
I feel so full of thankfulness to have you as my wife

You are beautiful and thoughtful, supportive and kind
And know just what I'm thinking - it's like you've read my mind
You were gorgeous when I met you and you're gorgeous still
I loved you when I married you and I always will

I look forward to a future growing old you and me
Watching our children as they become who they want to be
It is everything to me to have you as my wife
Darling Tracy, you're the light of my life

© Kate Tym 2009

For Andrew, On Our Fifth Anniversary

A joint love of smoking brought us together
As we stood outside for a cigarette in any kind of weather
Then for fifteen years you followed me around
Hoping that a way into my knickers could be found
We did things the wrong way round the baby before the wedding
But I happen to fancy the pants off you, hence the early bedding!
And anyway, at the end of the day, we've lasted well together
Through ups and downs, smiles and frown, fair and stormy weather
You said you don't do children - but it seems to me you do
As you're a great dad to all of them not only our own two
Life can be a drag sometimes with shopping, kids and cleaning
But with you around, I have found, it hasn't lost its meaning
We make a winning team - we can bicker for Britain
But between the snipes and despite the gripes, I'm still smitten
Sometimes you sweep me off my feet, surprise me with your antics
With fireworks, and Spanish hols - your one of life's romantics
We've had five years of wonderful married life
And for all those years it's been just wonderful being your wife
I look forward to a future growing old you and me
Watching the children as they become who they want to be
We haven't always followed the conventional path
But at the end of the day we do OK and we always have a laugh
And when I think how we started out - I mean it, I'm not joking
I thank the lord every day that I bothered to take up smoking! (But now let's QUIT!!)

© Kate Tym 2009

Sarah needed something that was completely unique, with humour and that would show Andrew that even after a few problems she still loved him. Sarah said Kate wrote this beautifully and that it said it all. It was read out loud at Sarah and Andrew's Anniversary celebrations in August 2009.

Freya

I looked your name up in a book
It made me smile
Lady of the Shetland Isles
Nordic in line
You're a Norse, Scottish, Irish
Goddess of love
Heavens above!
What a designation of distinction
A magnificent moniker
Rise up and own it Freya
Your name is mighty
And so are you!

© Kate Tym 2008

Freya F. Scottish: of Old Norse origin. Freya or FrÖja was the goddess of love in Scandinavian mythology, and her name seems to be derived from a cognate of Old High German frouwa "lady", "mistress". The name is still used in Scotland. Oxford - Babies Names 2000.

Kate wrote this poem as a christening gift from the baby's godmother. Kate looked up the name in a baby names book and then crafted the poem around that.

Hello Little Fluffy Duck

Hello little fluffy duck
Bed-head baby boy
Your tears sound like laughter
You're a bundle full of joy

You're little Murray
Nine month's old
Grasping on to life
With your firm little hold

Yet to learn of friendships
And the links of years
Filled up with memories
Laughter and tears

Yet that's what Mummy
Has shared with me
Along with hopes for a future
That has yet to be

That future is yours
Make it what you will
And hopefully I
Will be sharing in it still

Watching you grow
Sharing in your joy
Wonderful fluffy duck
Bed-head baby boy

© Kate Tym 2008

Anna had been friends with Murray's mum since primary school. She read this poem out at the after-christening party and then presented it as a framed gift. She had described to Kate Murray's fluffy-duck hair and how she wanted him to be as important in her life as his mum always had been.

Joe Savona

Joseph Vincent Savona - a mighty moniker for a fabulous man
What would we do without you, at the head of our wonderful clan?
You're seventy years young, as dashing as ever, and still full of life
Filling your time with news and Man U and clucking round daughters and wife
You're a magnificent Maltese maverick and a truly sociable guy
A whiz at maths, it seems to us, without even having to try
Back in the day you were quite a lad, sweeping girls off their feet
Or at least chatting them up from your car as they tried to walk down the street
It's lucky for us you did though, as without your bravado it's clear
That neither Tula nor Rula might ever have made it here
A drunken proposal followed and slight confusion when
Mum feigned memory loss and made you ask her again!
We're so glad that you are our father, with you around life's never drab
As whatever happens to come your way you're happy to give it a stab
You're a regular social butterfly, chatting and getting to know
Which is why on holiday all we hear from strangers is 'Hello Joe!'
You're generous, protective and proud to bursting - a real Mediterranean Dad
And we wouldn't have it any other way, although you drive us mad
With your endless advice and parental concern you're quite the mother hen
But we in the brood don't really mind and nor does your lovely WREN
You've trotted your way around the globe and mixed in society
But you've always found a way to make time for Mum, Nat and Boonie
You're equally devoted to your doggy and it seems that in the end
You and Lucy really are man and man's best friend
You can't resist a bargain - you'll happily buy the whole rail
Of all the shirts they've got hanging as long as they're on sale
You're other favourite passion is food, be it gourmet or roadside shack
Making a meal out of most things in life is quite an impressive knack
In the bosom of your family is where you're most on song
And we'd agree that between us three is where you most belong
And now that little Biscuit's here and turned into little Joe
It's another generation for you to enjoy watching as they grow
It's another generation, another rising family star
Who'll grow to love you also and know how wonderful you are
You're seventy, you're fabulous, you always make us glad
Which is why we want to say to you Happy Birthday Dad!

© Kate Tym 2009

The Family Album

Craig and Sheena are made for each other
So say Laura and Sprog, her brother
A sporty pair, part of Stony's social scene
As grandparents they couldn't be more keen
Craig's a great story-teller, he loves to spin a tale
And if anyone's got a problem it's Sheena they'll assail
Sheena is the matriarch, she worries about us all
And punches way above her weight for one so small
They're the backbone of the family, they hold us all together
And they live right between their kids - which we think is quite clever
If a child needs looked after or a doggy needs sat
They'll jump in their car at the drop of a hat
They're proud of their daughter and their son
Who's a father himself now - a very fertile one!
A father of four, Colin's now forty
He's good fun, quick witted, sociable and sporty
He loves his golf and he's a winter shooting guy
With Henry, the lab, who's completely gun shy!
He drives us all bananas with his loving texts and calls
And spends lots of time with his boys chasing balls
He's a fabulous father and husband and son
He's the kitchen king, bashing pans to get his cooking done
Don't worry, Colin, being forty's just fine
But watch out for the expanding waist and receding hairline!
It comes to the best of us whatever we're aspiring
Even Uncle David's packing up and retiring
Uncle David's sixty hard to believe
But what a time to reflect on what one man can achieve
Nicknamed 'Roadrunner' skinny legs, thin and tall
A real sporting dynamo he must have tried them all
He's certainly very proud of super swimming daughter
And has faced much ridicule as St Mirren's best supporter
He took up golf, but found it too sedate
And now plays 5-a-side at a geriatric rate
Saturday Night Fever was what led to married life
Thirty happy years - husband and wife
It's an impressive family album for an impressive clan
Fun and sociable and sporting to a man
There've been many times of laughter and a few times of tears
And here's to forty... fifty... sixty more fabulous years!

© Kate Tym 2009

My Granddaughters

Little girls you fill my world with joy and love and laughter
Since you arrived each day has been a happy ever after…

Ruby Isla Heritage Crabb
You take life at a running grab
Rufty tufty island girl
You dance and scamper, skip and whirl
You're strong and fearless, tough and brave
Loving the wind and the freezing waves
Of the sea that surrounds your island home
Where the hills and the beaches are yours to roam

Little Tara Lila smiley as can be
Chatty and busy and living free
Amongst the animals and birds - the creatures that you love
As they wheel around you and circle high above
You're determined and industrious, talkative and sunny
Following your sister and naturally funny
Eighteen months of sheer delight from toes to nose
A little living rainbow in your brightly-coloured clothes

Anna Jade Heritage the oldest of the three
The first to teach me just what joy a grandchild can be
From the moment that I saw you it was love at first sight
As being a Nanna just makes everything right
You're original and clever as sharp as a tack
And leave me amazed at your practical knack
Inventive and funny and brave as a bear
Life's full of adventure whenever you are there

The three of you are wonderful, enchanting and fun
And I love you all to pieces each and every one

© Kate Tym 2009

The Search for Mr Right

I've had second best
Now I want the rest
My first, my last, my everything,
The passion, the laughter
The happy ever after
A man who can make my heart sing

I want communication
Mental inspiration
A man who can make the wheels turn
Good wine, good food
Good times being rude
A man who can make my heart yearn

I'm done with weakness
Emotional bleakness
I'm looking for strength and joy
If he's selfless and caring
And ready for some sharing
Then I'm pretty sure he's my boy

Perhaps he's loved and lost
Paid the price and borne the cost
And learned a thing or two from what's behind him
We'll face the future gladly
And we'll love each other madly
Now all I have to do is find him!

© Kate Tym 2008

This poem was written for a lady who was single again after years of marriage. Her sisters gave Kate a list of the things they knew she did and didn't want from the next man!

The Halloween Party

I hope you're feeling hale and hearty
Because I want to tell you about a party

A Halloween party for spooks and witches
In trailing coats and sparkly britches

A party with bats and vampires and snakes
Boiled rat soup and bogey cakes

A party with magical farting owls
Who turn smiley faces into scowls

Now, this party took place in All Souls Hall
Sometime in October if I recall

The first to arrive was the skeleton, Bea
She had to come first because she had the key

Then came Louis the ogre so fat and hairy
That even the skeleton found him scary

The witches came next Lara and Maia
With a cauldron perched on a magical fire

Then goblins Gregory, Scott and Ryan
Who had caught some mice and were trying to fry 'em

Harry came next, a mummy from a tomb
Then Gabby and Buddy joined the gloom

Moaning and groaning as spooks will do
A cackling, grunting ghostly crew

Then came the vampires Max and Isabella
Who nuzzled the neck of a plump young fella

Before joining her friends Luke and Niamh
Who had tarantula tucked up her sleeve

Joshua followed with peg-leg Jake
Who'd brought the spectacular party cake

Lily had made it from slugs and worms
And added some dog sick just for the germs

Tallulah ate some and said 'it's delish!'
And Ethan declared it his favourite dish

Evie jumped up and played on her fiddle
While Freya and Marnie danced in the middle

Mathilda, Rosie, Florence and Daisy
Stomped and span and twirled like crazy

Grabbing hold of poor old Luke
Who looked like he was going to ... Puke!

Hannah howled and Olivia growled
While Aidan and Benedict slowly prowled

Around the room in search of ants
They wanted to drop them down Dylan's pants

Sammy was chomping on rotten egg pies
While Amy was juggling dead cats' eyes

Joseph filled party bags full of slime
And dropped in beetles one at a time

While Willow put in a treat or two
Including smelly doggy do

And as the party drew to an end
One last message was left to send

A powerful spell a magical mutter
That Lotti arose and began to utter

By day, by night, by dark by light
Through days through years
And in and out of never
All who came to the Halloween Party
All who listened hale and hearty
Shall stay firm friends... Forever!

© Kate Tym 2007

A local playgroup asked Kate to write a poem for their Halloween party. It featured the name of every child that attended.

For Richard, Our Lollipop Man

Come rain or shine
You're on time,
standing in the lane
In the hail
Without fail
Or in a hurricane
You're always jolly
With your lolly
To cross without you would be folly
So thank you very much!

© Kate Tym 2008

Kate's children's school asked her to write a vote of thanks to their lollipop man who they were presenting with a gift for his dedicated service.

We Love Our Family

Tallulah likes dollies and teddies and rabbits
She likes dressing as a fairy and a ballerina too
Tallulah likes sweets and crisps and cherries
Saying 'No' loudly and shoes that are new

Maia likes dragon and telly and dancing
Wearing party dresses and putting on a show
Maia likes sweets and crisps and carrots
Hiding behind the curtains and burping in a row

Lotti likes lamby and bunny and Rupert
Writing and drawing and doing her beads
Lotti likes talking and having her hair done
And shelves and shelves full of books which she reads

Mummy likes relaxing, sunshine and reading
Chocolate and puddings and curries full of spice
Mummy likes children who answer her politely
And Mummy likes not having to say things twice

Wilbur likes football and sleeping and surfing
Pickled-onion flavoured crisps and curry with rice
Wilbur likes children who answer him politely
And Wilbur likes not having to say things twice

Tallulah hates real clothes, nappies and vegetables
People saying 'No' to her and having her face wiped
Tallulah hates wet grass, nose blows and eczema
Being too small for the bicycle and having her toys swiped

Maia hates the dark, hair-wash time and tidying
And Lotti shouting at her which is never very nice
Maia hates dressing herself and putting her own shoes on

And having her hair brushed or worse, checked for lice!
Lotti hates Tallulah taking pieces from her puzzles
Being told it's time for bath time or sent to her room
Lotti hates always being the big sister
Shepherds pie, mushrooms and fireworks that zoom

Mummy hates mess and slugs in the garden
Emptying the dustbin and too much telly
Mummy hates shouting, snatching and hitting
Spitting and pinching and smells which are smelly

Wilbur hates work - he goes there every day you know
Emptying the dustbin, which Mummy makes him do
Wilbur hates shouting, snatching and hitting
Spitting and pinching and nappies full of poo
Tallulah loves Mummy and Wilbur (he's the daddy!)
And Maia and Lotti and the pets who are new
She loves having tickles and laughing and playing
And kisses and cuddles and 'nosey rubs' too

Maia loves Mummy and Wilbur and Tallulah
And Lotti and Henry and Rupert who's new
She loves having tickles and laughing and playing
And kisses and cuddles and 'upside-downs' too

Lotti loves Mummy and Wilbur and Maia
And Tallulah and Henry and Rupert who's new
She loves having tickles and laughing and playing
And kisses and cuddles and 'duff you ups' too

Mummy loves Wilbur and Lotti and Maia
Tallulah and Rupert and bunny Henry too
Mummy loves cuddles and kisses and snuggles
Everyone together and a day that is new

Wilbur loves Lotti and Maia and Tallulah
Rupert and Henry and, of course, Mummy
(He says he doesn't love the pets but we've all seen him
stroking them and patting them and tickling on the tummy!)

We all love camping, and barbecues and sleepovers,
Friends who come to stay with us and gifts from Auntie Sue
We love Uncle Jeremy, Grandma Jo and Arnie,
Granny Rita and Zelda and the pony Rosie Too

Then there's Uncle Christopher and also Auntie Bethan
And cousins Tom and Ashley who take us to the pool
There's Alice and Maisie and Fraser who's two now
Auntie Flo and Uncle Bert who likes to act the fool

We all love holidays and play parks and pizza
Little farms and beaches and castles which are bouncy
Candy floss and carousels and click-clack shoes to walk in
Big hats, fairy wings and dresses which are flouncy

Sometimes we shout a lot get cross and stamp our feet
Tallulah has a paddy and it lasts for half an hour!
Sometimes Maia whines or Lotti says 'Whatever!'
Or Wilbur pulls a grumpy face and Mummy looks all sour

But on the whole we're happy all of us together
We like different things but we also like each other
All the girls together in our happy family
With only one thing missing... we'd like a little brother!

© Kate Tym 2006

Mummy

Mummy was the fun one
The one at the end of the phone
A friend, a support, a helping hand
Good when I wanted a moan
She loved the children
Family times
Lunches, brunches, soirees
Travel and crosswords the good things in life
And fun-filled sun-filled days
Easy going and supportive
She could drive me mad as well
But if I had a problem
It was Mummy I would tell
In the end there is sadness
Inevitable and deep
But there is a tinge of happiness too
Of the memories we'll keep
Both her daughters together
Were there for her at the end
A mother and an advisor
But ultimately a friend
She saw me in my wedding dress
All we could do was try
To fulfil all her wishes
As we said a last goodbye
I wish I had some amazing words
To help us all recover
But at the end of the day
All I know is - she was my mother and I love her

© Kate Tym 2009

Kate wrote this for Sally to read at her Mum's funeral. Sally had very much wanted to speak but felt she wouldn't be able to do something 'off-the-cuff' as she felt very emotional and worried she wouldn't be able to get the words out. She said that with Kate's poem as a crutch she was able to say just what she had wanted to say and thought her mum would have been very proud of her.

Dad

Looking back over Dad's life, I can feel nothing but pride
He always gave the best of himself to everything he tried
I think today should be about remembering a man
Who worked as hard, and achieved as much as anybody can
He was an exceptional man, intelligent, a success in business and life
A generous support and provider to his grandchildren, daughters and wife
The home he built was representative of all that he could do
Using the power of his head and his heart and creating something new
'The High' was wonderful place to grow up and our memories are fond
Of the place that was very much part of Dad, and formed a special bond
Our childhoods were full of pony rides and wonderful days in the sun
Holidays in Salcombe and Auge Belle were always so much fun
So today I want to remember that and the man who made it all be
And who spent his days surrounded by girls in Mummy, Venetia and me
In leaving us he showed great courage but remember him if you can
As he had always been in life a remarkable, wonderful man

© Kate Tym 2010