a poem written by Shirley following the death of our Dad :- 'You've left this place and now moved on, Your wisdom, your laughter,your sound has gone. I see a hat, a stick, an elderly form, Memories are jolted, I feel forlorn. But you are with me still, I know you are, Living in my heart,so close,so far. I hear your chat, your 'What a to do!' Your mischief, your cheek, it can only be you. So though you have left me and for that I am sad, Your essence endures - I love you Dad.' Your words still make me cry our Shirl - your bruv. Michael. x