I do not like these parsnipsYes David that you do

I’m effing 35 years old mumDave, I like parsnips so you too

Another mangled punchline One more cup of tea

We grew old together Together you and me

They say us kids did good. Considering.

Considering, fucking what?Dad put our heads up in the clouds.

You wiped away our snot.

On the ground you put our feetOur words you painted blue.

You gave us one commandmentTo thine own self be true.

Never turn the other cheekSmack em in the eye.

If you fall and you're not bleeding Get up and do not cry.

Don't take yourself too seriously.Your life, it’s yours to make.

The world, it owes you nothingThe world is yours to take.

Another mangled punchline One more cup of tea

We grew old together Together you and me

A book, a tune, a dog, a fartAnother smutty joke

To me you were the best of friendsTo you I was a bloke

Like an old Massey FergusonNothing left but cogs

On equinox twenty thirteenYou finally popped you clogs.

Maybe now I’m an orphanNext lemming, is it me?

A top the cliff at Tunnel BeachGazing out to sea

Five notes, five notes, a tui singsWelcoming the dawn

Although your time is overAnother day is born

We grew old together Together you and me

Mum we bid you farewellFare you well Ann KP

Up trunks you lazy elephantsMum’s knocking at the door

Bid her goodbye and welcome... She’ll wanna know her score

To you gathered kith and kinI’ve penned these words for Ann

To us a wonderful motherTo our kids the greatest nan

On solstice nineteen thirty-eightUnder Criffel at Mt Barker

From Lilian and Stewart FaulksAspiring, her birth marker

A land of milk and honeyA land of sky and ice

Of berries, cherries, horsesWanaka, her paradise.

Another mangled punchline One more cup of tea

We grew old together Together you and me.

We grew up free and easyOn a shore of Botany Bay

Round the big house at Sans SouciOutside you made us play

In 73 we fell from graceAt Port, 5 pubs 5 churches

You stuck by us, we stuck by youIts funny how life lurches

By day you cleaned the Southern Cross

Its triple star was Speights.By night some artist or some sports star

Would take you out on dates.

You’re Claremont House’s Matron. The crippled girls will cry

In dinner soup at lunchtimeMrs Harris says goodbye.

Another mangled punchline One more cup of tea

We grew old together Together you and me.

The dogs sit in their lazyboysScorched peanuts at their paws.Our friends could never handle

The open dunny doors.

Another bloody photo Of us kids upon the wall

With the painting of Mt Barker,Fallen gentry, standing tall.

You fed our friends a frenzyOf chops and spuds and beans.

To this day I’m still uncertain What moderation means.

Ann KP With Love We Remember

Ann Stewart Kennedy-Perkins

20.6.1938 - 22.3.2013

THE LORD’S MY SHEPHERD

The Lord’s my shepherd, I’ll not want;He makes me down to lie

in pastures green; he leadeth methe quiet waters by.

My soul he doth restore again,and me to walk doth make

within the paths of righteousness,ev’n for his own name’s sake.

Yea though I walk in death’s dark vale,yet will I fear no ill;

for thou art with me; and thy rodand staff me comfort still.

My table thou has furnishedin presence of my foes;

my head thou dost with oil anoint,and my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my lifeshall surely follow me:

and in God’s house for evermoremy dwelling place shall be.

ABIDE WITH ME

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide:When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour;What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?

Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe with Thee at hand to bless;Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.

Where is death’s sting? Where grave, Thy victory?I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes,Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies;

Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee:In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

THE LORD’S PRAYER

Our Father, which art in heaven,Hallowed be thy Name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive them that trespass against us.And lead us not into temptation:

But deliver us from evil.For thine is the kingdom,The power and the glory.

For ever and ever Amen.

St John’s Anglican Church Dunedin | 27 March 2013

Officiating Rev Eric Kyte | Organist Alan Edwards

AN INVITATIONAnn’s family thank you for your care and support today. Following the service you are warmly invited to

join them in the adjacent Church Hall for refreshments and a time to share more memories. You are invited to a party at Moo’s house from 6.30pm at 53 Blanket Bay Rd, off the Port Chalmers road.

“I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help” - Psalm 121

WELCOME

PRAYER

HYMN The Lord Is My Shepherd

EULOGY David Kennedy-Perkins

FAMILY TRIBUTES

PRAYER

BIBLE READING Psalm 121

POEM The Most Beautiful Flower

HYMN Abide With Me

COMMENDATION