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April 11, 2015

 

 

This week was different,

‘rain suddenly stopped play’.

The world of cricket wept

for an icon, lost today.

 

This week left fans stunned,

to lose one so revered.

A top man, a legend,

a colossus, so endeared,

 

who came through the ranks,

to captain his country’s side.

A man of integrity,

rarely bowling a wide.

 

And who, when playing days over,

perfected the art,

of commentating on the game,

and recaptured our heart.

 

Both on and off the field,

he had things in hand.

His voice, a joy to listen to,

he took full command.

 

He could do the job blindfold.

He read the game well,

never missing a ball, and enriching,

a sometimes dull spell.

 

Dear Richie, we applaud you,

you were one of a kind.

Cricket won’t be the same,

now you’ve left it behind.

 

And as the bails are removed,

after this, your last test,

we say ‘Goodbye Richie Benaud’,

you were ‘simply the best’.

 

by Harriet Blackbury

 

 

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March 28, 2015

 

 

Oh life, that is

a lottery,

and fate the king

for all to see,

and forgiveness needed

like before,

when we begged peace

come to our door.

 

Oh life, that is

out of our hands,

we search our minds,

to understand,

the fragility of

those damaged souls,

who face a future

without goals.

 

Oh life, that is

a route to death,

and no-one knowing,

when their last breath.

Please help us God,

to find a way,

back from this hurt,

we feel today.

 

 

 

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March 5, 2015

 

 

I heard you were dying,

and started to cry.

I put pen to paper,

but the ink, it ran dry.

 

No words could I find,

that suited the bill.

Then a blot on the page,

from the tip of my quill,

 

appeared as I hovered;

my hand shaking above,

the final letter to you,

unwritten with love.

 

Then I came to my senses,

and words started to flow.

I remembered the people

we both used to know,

 

and the schooldays we spent,

all came flooding back;

Like when we played netball,

and you were goal attack.

 

I thought you the smartest

achiever in school,

whilst us lot were clowns

who acted the fool.

 

I then abandoned the letter;

don’t ask me why?

I suddenly felt the urge,

to say a personal goodbye.

 

So I raced to your bed

in haste, I do swear;

only to find a new patient,

now lying there!

 

Forgive me, dear friend,

for it wasn’t to be:

The last time I didn’t see you,

will stay long with me!

 

 

 

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January 4, 2015

 

 

Please return if found

at the close of play,

if all that’s left of me,

as a keepsake, pray.

 

So they know for certain

where my last steps lay,

on this sodden earth

at the break of day.

 

And this initialled belt,

meant to be found,

so they can bring me home,

and place me underground,

 

knowing I’ll be safe

in our family grave,

and this piece of leather,

the parting gift I gave.

 

I never made it home

as you know by now,

but my belt you received,

from my pal somehow.

 

He gladly took it off,

as my dying plea,

for you, dear Mum and Dad

with much love from me. x

 

 

 

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December 7, 2014

 

 

He loved the sea.

He worked on the sea.

And finally was

off loaded at sea.

Ten fathoms deep,

where gentle waves weep,

and tropical mermaids

watch him at sleep.

 

 

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October 18, 2014

 

 

When faced with

life so petrifying,

no tears came;

too late the cry.

 

So cruel this world,

there’s no denying;

no lips could mouth

a last goodbye.

 

 

 

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September 24, 2014

Whilst listening to

the air so still,

that swirled around,

as if at will,

She heard a buzz

within her head,

and turned, and said,

‘Is that you, Ted?

 

That moment came

through the air so still,

from Ted, a reminder,

to forgetful Lil’,

that it was six weeks,

since he be dead,

and his beloved goldfish,

had not been fed!

 

That prompt, one of many

through the air so still,

(often telling her not

to forget her pill),

proved that the love,

felt by, her faithful Ted,

lived on beyond the grave,

and he was by her bed.

 

 

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June 22, 2014

 

 

In that split second

that you were gone,

with no more the strength

to carry on,

 

stood broken hearts

around your bed,

as tributes came flooding

and were read,

 

from well meaning friends,

both new and old;

each one with praise,

a story told.

 

And so with dignity,

you moved on,

to a better place

where bright sun shone.

 

A heart stopped beating

that had changed our world.

With arms together,

in grief we curled.

 

The moment raw,

the pain so strong.

To lose one so trusted

seemed so wrong.

 

A colossus tower,

a fine example too,

of how to live with dignity

and an open view.

 

So many traits

of goodness found.

Such praise indeed

from all around.

 

And now, what now

will the future bring?

As recovery slow

from heartache’s sting.

 

Each hour, each day

comes with a sigh.

And all that’s left

after your goodbye,

 

are lingering memories

of one of our own;

so unique, so loved,

always setting the tone.

 

So until we meet again

across the great divide,

in our hearts and minds

you will reside.

 

And all you encompassed

with a sense of worth,

we’ll try to carry on,

for you, here on earth.

 

And when we think of you,

and the times held dear,

on our faces, a smile,

will belie a tear.

 

And not half as scary

is death’s open door,

knowing we’ll be re-united.

with you, once more.

 

 

 

 

 

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May 8, 2014

 

 

…and at the end,

the saviour waiting

at the pearly gate.

 

All creed and colour

passing muster.

All love replacing hate.

 

 

 

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April 1, 2014

 

 

To moisten a look

that has become too severe.

To reach out and give comfort

to a love most dear.

 

To wash away grit

from a dust filled eye.

To recall a loss with

much more than a sigh.

 

To release the pain

of a sad goodbye.

To sympathise

and trust imply.

 

To show humanity

whilst asking for pardon.

To share grief together

in a remembrance garden.

 

 

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