Back through all the years I weave
Fighting hard just to breath,
Through those good old days
and our awkward teenage ways.
Giggling over anything crude
You were part of the Brennan Brood
and I the one and only Walker
or as you said, the Hatfield stalker!
Sleepovers at yours were the best
We didn't get much rest,
Watching Ghost Watch scared us silly
and giggling words like boobs and willy
We sang a Titanic mix tape
our voices seriously out of shape
But still we sang with all our might
Lovin' Leo just felt so right!
One day we baked a cake
And into sudden song you break
Singing 'Sugar, miiilk, eggssss and floour'!
For me, this was your finest hour!
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I can't seem to say goodbye
I push away the urge to cry
I can't believe this is the end
and I miss you already my old friend.
Helen
1st June 2020