Alisonpoetry

​ You were the very best for this world to hold, To me, you were the very best, I sit in silence as the memories unfold. First there were memories of Rowena and yourself in the pub, Gomaa was the owner, the best place with the best grub. The good-looking man with the black, curly, bushy hair, Sitting with a newspaper and a cup of tea, You would say, “Come and sit next to me on the chair.” With a cigarette in your mouth, happily smiling away, “How come, Alison, you are always late? I would like you to stay.” “Please do not dash off, I would like to talk,” But you had no time, off you would walk. At the belly dancing night you told me to behave, Manoud used to take me to the Luxor cemetery To put flowers on your grave. When we arrived in Luxor, the best place to go, The King’s Head Pub, I rushed there with a glow. You would stand there staring at me from the bar, Often give me a lift home in your car. It is very hard because your brother in the shop just looks like you too, The wavy blac...

  Today is the time to say a very sad goodbye, So young, we sit and wonder why. Our Heavenly Father said, “Come to me,” Brendan now in heavenly glory— How we wish we could just see. Two sets of twins, Sophie and more, Brendan now with Jesus, with a spiritual body pure. Because of Adam and Eve’s sin, we all must die, But we have the good news of God’s Kingdom, Though still we sit and sigh. Brendan, you were one of the best solicitors in England, on the Children Panel, In Turkey—did you ever ride on a camel? On a cold winter day, snow in the air, Down comes a robin, sitting with a stare. On a cool spring day, the sky with a glimmer, A white feather—though the clouds make it dimmer. The feather is found at the front door, But not just one—there are four more. Brendan will let you know he is always there, So look for the signs—you will wonder where. Even Jesus Christ cried for His friend Lazarus who passed away, Then the tomb was left empty, resurrected ...

  There is a new angel flying by, Shaban now transcending to a heavenly place in the sky. I got to know you in Rowena Garden, Jack the lad—“I beg your pardon.” In you would come selling things to buy, Bags of everything and perfume to try. You were good friends with Gomaa and Rowena, Maybe you have already seen her. Many days in the sun, Luxor Temple here we come, Edfu town here we come. On the minibus, it’s alright for some, Shaban, you have no car—so not a job well done. A smile on your face as we go, Off to your grandma’s house for food and the show. Often you would wear your West Ham football shirt, Off to the King’s Head pub so you can flirt. Ahmed took me to your grave, So I could place some flowers—I was being very brave. A man came running out to me, He said, “Wrong grave—surely this cannot be.” So I go back to the cemetery once more, More flowers to buy, I sneaked in through the back door. Ahmed could not get things right if he tried, As I ...

  In Tribute Soon you will be laid to rest, Seventy years of service—you were the very best. The piper at 9:15 the Queen would hear, From her room in the palace, or somewhere very near. The marching of the Blues and Royals Will take Her Majesty home from all her toils. Seventy years of service with a smile, Now it is time to rest for a while. The country will mourn you; we have never known anything else, You were caring and approachable, even though you had so much wealth. You were highly respected throughout the globe, Now we are crying as you take the spiritual road. Over 2,000 persons in the Abbey to say their thanks, In their minds, you were at the top of the ranks. From all the nations they came to pray, That you are now at peace and with Philip today. So now I want to say thank you for a job well done, No bad words to say about you—definitely none. Now we leave you in God’s holy care, Memories will never die; they are always there to share. I met...

  Happy Birthday, Dad—another one without you, Love and kisses from here below. Memories and tears, we miss you so, I am sure you are somewhere very near, Listening and watching—that much feels clear. Sometime very soon God’s plan will come to be, Together forever, you will certainly see. Until then, life goes on day by day, Our Heavenly Father, through Jesus, will show us the way. The paradise promised is so very near, United forever, with no more death or fear.

  I met Brendan in his office on a cold winter day, A service user introduced us—I didn’t know what to say. Brendan’s voice was so calm, he had lots to declare About the unfairness of the system—it just was not fair. Brendan said that he was happy to take PAIN cases, he said yes with a smile, One of the best solicitors in the UK at the Family Court trial. The care proceedings wins began to grow, Case law flowing, Brendan’s face would glow. Brendan spoke on my video for the Daily Mail Inspirational Women of the Year— A finalist, oh what a cheer. Brendan would open his office at weekends and very late at night, Even on Easter Monday, he would still be there to get the skeleton arguments just right. He would talk at conferences—in my opinion, Solicitor of the Year, Soon Brendan was to retire, I thought, “Oh my goodness, oh dear.” Fully retired? No—Brendan was back for all to see, I told everybody Brendan was back, no time even for a cup of tea. Brendan practised criminal law for many ...

  Three years ago today you passed away, We didn’t know then that you could not stay. I will always feel guilty that I didn’t make it to say goodbye— The real words on that very sad day. Now I can remember you with a smile, God’s planned day will come, but it will be a little while. God’s trumpet will call, Jesus will be on His way, The Bible foretells the timescale, but it will not be today. Man doesn’t know when, nor the angels up above, Only our Heavenly Father, who is full of love. The dead will be awakened and come forth from their earthly graves, Through Jesus Christ’s atonement, truly mankind He saves. You clearly loved the Gospel as much as me, And you knew that Satan would be bound for a thousand years, as we believe. Then we will be judged for all our deeds, The final plan to remove the wicked and all of those weeds. A beautiful time ahead when Satan will be no more, A big hug for all as we walk through the door. Until that day, memories we will ...