My brother slipped off
years age
So I wrote these words because –
I wanted to remind myself
Who Michael really was.
Though low on
understanding
Young Mick was big on fun
Like the day when playing cowboys
He coshed John with his gun.
No one ever forgot
Mick’s birthday
Because as it neared the date
He would visit each of us in turn
To say “nearly February 8th!”
He loved all our invites
out to tea
But when the food was done
It was on with coat and out the door
We called it “eat and run”.
He sang “Edelweiss”
at all our dos
And
he wouldn’t be denied
Then at weddings he’d expect a dance
And a photo of him and the bride.
He’ll have lots of
sway in Heaven
We all know that, beyond reason
And the proof will come when we see we see Leeds
In the Premiership next season.
Mick never said a swear
word
Got nasty or cruel or mean
He’d leap up to greet with such pleasure
Like others may welcome the Queen.
He loved his life. He
loved his Mum,
His friends and family.
And every cat he ever met
Would settle on his knee.
My brother’s name was
Michael
And he wasn’t very clever.
But that staunchly loyal, loving man
Is part of us forever.
Josie XX
[
Written by his sister Josie Midgley of Leeds.]
Page created 16 March 2006