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You looked after us when we were kids
Stopped us going into care
Although a child yourself
You worked hard, no time for play
Aunt Chrissie came to help
Gave you back your childhood way
I miss you my dear sister
You were my guiding light
You called me Michael on the path of wrong
Mike on the path of right
Your phone call to say goodbye to me
The night you passed away
Broke my heart in pieces
The tears they would not go away
The tears they blurred my eyes, I lifted my arm in salute
I waved to you my sister, as to the light you did ascend
‘Keep on writing Mike; I’ll always be with you’
From the window I saw you down below
‘I will,’ I call out loudly, I’ll write until the end
Waving frantically, I knew you had to go
Goodbye my dear sister, my confident, and my friend
I heard the children’s laughter as you joined the joyful throng
You are happy now my sister, your pain and suffering gone
They all looked up and waved to me, all smiles, one laugh, one song
A grin adorns my features, and the tears they come no more
Jean said she’ll save a special place for me, of this I’m truly sure
Aunt Chrissie and Jean are now together
Waving with all their might
‘We’ll keep a place for you Mike’ they shouted
On Jean’s left and Chrissie’s right
Mike Coatesworth
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submitted by
BigMike847
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