I can remember my youngest son Doug who was 5 then saying to us one day " family is everything ! right dad?"

Oh how true that statement is.

Ron and I have been married for 46 years now. We have 3 wonderful adult children who in their own way each make us very proud.

 Christine is the oldest and has given us our only grandchild so far. Shandra is now 20. Christine & Glenn have been married for 2 years and she owns a very successful roofing company G & C Complete Roofing Services. Glenn is her biggest fan and hardest working employee.

Terry our oldest son and his partner David are both computer geniuses and live in BC. Terry's hobby is drawing and what an artist.

Our youngest and the " family is everything!" son Doug is now married to a wonderful girl, Linda. Doug drives for a large gas company and Linda is a welders and have just moved into their own home and  have been married five years and are the proud parents of our grandson Ronald Douglas.

There is not a parent in this world that could be any prouder than Ron & I.

As in laws we have truly been blessed. Glenn, David, & Linda are with out the doubt the most wonderful additions to our family we love them as our own.

Here is a picture Ron drew when he was younger.

In the pages following you  will find some of the many poems I have written over the last 50 years.

I hope you will find at least one that will warm your heart.

This Is My favorite Poem I wrote when I was just 19

"My Love Was Like A Rosebud"

My love was like a rosebud,

kissed by morning dew,

It's fragrance is so fresh like the love I gave to you.

And like that tiny rosebud,

So delicate and small,

With just a little love and care,

The petals would not fall.

But pluck it from it's stem,

You could almost hear it cry,

It's as if that tiny rosebud,

Knows that it will die.

My love was once that easy 

To crush, to wither and kill,

But you put a fence around me,

And here I'm growing still.

Bur some of my tiny petals,

Are a little worse for wear,

My stem leans over slightly,

And thorns are growing there.

I no longer sway so freely 

in the gentle summers breeze,

All my petals now are open,

There are holes now in my leaves.

But unlike that tiny rosebud,

I have someone to care,

Although I'm worn and tattered,

I know he's always there.

Chris Hannon