POEM FOR MY COUSIN
I believe in god but sometimes its hard when a girl that wants to live leaves her family scarred.
H you were the funniest you never missed a trick. If your jokes weren’t on me, I’d be laughing in fits. Was there ever a day that you never laughed or that you smiled, us Hickey’s are mad but you my girl was wild.
You were no angel that much is true, you and Lisa stuck together like glue. Some would call you’s the troublesome two, terrorised me until the day that I grew.
Round a pound you were always so shrewd, well that’s putting it lightly, not to be rude. You were always on the fiddle you definitely had a skill, you even made Dan limp into a restaurant so that you never paid the bill. If there was an angle then you found it, and that was our girl. You were never that serious you were never that deep, between every sentence there was a joke in between. That’s the way to live that’s the way to be, you even said to Karen “hurry up with my dinner or I’ll be dead by the time I eat.
You were always on a wind up, always cracking jokes, you were handed a death sentence but refused to take the rope, you fought it to the end thats of how you coped. 3 beautiful children life’s only just begun, even though you’re not here they live on through their mum.
When that bell rung you gave a good fight, you never let it break you or change your good vibes. Putting a smile on and acting ok, making us laugh even when hope went away. You were no angel but I’m sure you are now. You were not horrible, but you could be a cow. Driving me mad you and my sister did well, you were the closest and picked each other up when you fell.
I’ll miss you H, but others will more, for them I’ll be here, just a call I’ll be at the front door. They say it’s sad to remember someone when they suffer, but you were the same Harriet even though it was a smother. You were a daughter, friend, wife, so much more, but a mother. I wish I could hug you now and tell you I love you, don’t class me as your cousin, class me as a brother.
You were taken to early; you went the worse way. Why am I sad when I know when it’s my turn, I’ll see you that day.
Life can be funny, life can be cruel, I used to think I had problems, they were nothing at all. Watching what it done to you confuses me to this day, how something like that can just take you away.
Someone once told me, when you’ve been through an ordeal, that’s life, turn the page, start over, but them pages now feel the same whether I’m drunk or I’m sober. You’ll be in my heart today, when the hairs on my neck stand up whilst we sing the wild rover.
There’s a saying you don’t know what yours got till its gone, I can now say that saying and know its not wrong, might be cos were family, maybe cos were friends, me and you go way back, to the snoopy club it stems.
One thing I’ll take from this my girl, the family I have left, I’ll treat them so well. I know I will see you soon, until that day will keep you alive with the stories that we tell.
We’ve all been sad, we’ve all had cries, surname LeCompte, but you was a Hickey in my eyes. It poured from the heavens the day that you went, a sign from the gods, that a life was well spent.
I’m glad I said goodbye and kissed you on your head, your memory will live on even now that your dead. Now its time to party and celebrate your life, even though your passing cut us deeper than a knife.
I’ll see you again someday, that I believe, till that day just keep an eye on us please. Have a word with the big man for me, try save me a seat next to big nanny D, if you can’t do that then no worries its fine, but just promise every now and then you’ll drop us a sign. Your body’s not here, maybe not now, but its deeper that life cos I feel you around.
If life is written then where is the book, cos I’ll tear that page out for the life that it took. Its deeper that life, its deeper than death, the next time we meet will be deeper than breath.
J.h