"Best Friends"

In loving memory - Emma 20th of December 1995 - 22nd of September 2017

For my little Moo……

“Can I tell you”

Without a warning, hint or even an inkling you chose in life to depart
What if I could get a message to you to hold on, your life has more time
Could I also tell you that we all miss you and you have broken our little Moo’s heart
Moo is so sad her heart breaking, tears falling, she’s trying to carry on and be fine
In the open view you lived your life with a smile, without a care only to bold
But deep down, not a word spoken, perhaps thoughts locked in a grey Marceau mime
Now we are all left guessing that the pain had become far too great for you to hold
In your absence, I’m hoping that Moo’s heart and our thoughts will heal with time
I can guarantee you one thing though in the meantime and forever in eternity
Our memories of you will never be forgotten, can I also tell you she is left hurting, feeling lost when you took your presence
No more “Odds”, no more “Shots”, no more Em laughter, no more dancing in the kitchen
How we become so confused in one day how life can change, you left and took the world of your ambience
Did I also tell you we have planted a tree for you a pretty Magnolia along with a new family tradition
For every year now on Grand final weekend, under it we will celebrate you with love and that shitty wine you swallowed
Now little Moo holds two new scars, one you can’t see and one in ink baring forever your name
Her thoughts, her memories, her time can I say have left her feeling hollowed
And now I only have one thing left to tell, like us – she loved you and will never forget you and in her life, she is forever grateful you came xx

In loving memory - Josh G 28th Feb 1985 - 29th Feb 2016

The Bridge of Sighs.
Along the bridge the people pass;
The river, like dark gloomy Styx,
A stream in which each sex and class
Who cross must mix.
Sin brushes with her tainted skirt
The snowy robe that virtue wears;
Both gilded wealth and squalid dirt
The roadway bears.
And there beside a pillar sits
A woman wan, with hungry eyes;
Across whose brow the moonlight flits,
And, pitying, flies.
With one poor pallid wasted arm,
Her bosom warm its loving nest,
She guards her infant child from harm
Against her breast.
About her feet, the roses lie
That she has offered all day long;
The plaintive cry, “Sweet flowers do buy!”
Her sad, sad song.
But few alas have time to think,
And fewer still who think will care
To draw this poor waif from the brink
Of black despair.
The sullen stream still onward flows;
But neither wealth nor virtue deign
To help this woman no one knows,
And ease her pain.
Too late, alas! no pitying hand
From that great crowd is stretched to save;
She seeks at last some kinder land
Beneath the wave.

May the Jacaranda bloom the deepest of purples

My first view of you was holding a football as a young teen
At the end of a football field a Tasmanian all Adonis like, full of life eagerness and pristine
From there a friendship was struck and a footy journey begun
Wearing a Buffalo jersey, the second week, all nervous but out you run
I seen you battle many a big man both on and off the field
Going on to wear several different colours not one of those men could ever make you yield
Life took you up and down this adventurous country far south and far north
And along the way two beautiful boys you brought forth
Our paths would meet again except this time it was work
And I never got to tell you how proud I am of the man you had become with a smile or a smirk
I never imagined that behind those eyes there was so much hurt and pain
I only wished we could have made you see the sunshine and not the dark clouds full of rain
Never in a million years did any of us think you would take it upon yourself to leave
I can only hope that wherever you are now there is only rainbows full of colour that you see
Until our spirits meet again, I will talk to the Jacaranda tree and watch it grow
And in my heart and my night time sky there will always be that one star with a little extra it will glow…..