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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
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.
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!
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
May 8, 2014
…and at the end,
the saviour waiting
at the pearly gate.
All creed and colour
passing muster.
All love replacing hate.
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.