Charles Mark Wilkinson In memory of Charles Mark Wilkinson (9/02/1988 - 23/02/2015) To Charlie from Grandma Val We’d like to thank you CharlieFor all the things you’ve sharedYour living and your laughterWith all of us who caredWith you we learnt to play againWe shared your games and toysYou shared with us the magicOf the world of little boysWith Action Man and TurtlesBatman and Robin tooBut none of these fine heroesWere half as brave as you And then as you got olderYour interest in sport grewIn every game you played your bestWe were so proud of youWith Wheelchair Football, BocciaHockey, Snooker, PoolIn all these games you always gaveYour best, your heart and soulWe’d like to thank you CharlieFor the memories you’ve madeAnd these, just like your spiritWill never ever fade. To Charlie from Alice We’ll remember you in orange – strong and bright and boldLike our happy memories, orange can’t grow old.The only time orange wasn’t your very favourite hueWas then you were calling ‘Come on your reds’ while supporting your team Manu-U! We’ll remember you as a keen sportsman – you played a game to winMean at board games – and pool we couldn’t beat you in!In wheelchair football and boccia you impressed many with your ability,You played the games with skill and fierce competitively. We’ll remember you in Florida winning crazy golf on holidayAnd in your element in the arcades with prizes to win and machines to play,On the grab machines you bagged toys galore –I’ve next seen anyone win more! We’ll remember you as a whizz with equations, fractions and calculationsAlways happy to help out his stupider relations!We’ll remember you as our hero in so many ways,Dressed as Batman and Robin in your younger days! We’ll remember your smile and your laugh…and how could we ever forget your farts!And although there are more important partsWe hope wherever you now may beYou’re somewhere you can let the wind pass free! We’ll remember you in all these ways…and many more,Always and forever an amazing inspiration to us all,Of how to turn the hardest times and darkest fightInto a joke and a laugh…and into light. May I Go Now? by Susan A Jackson Do you think the time is right?May I say goodbye to pain filled dayand endless lonely nights?I lived my life and done my best,an example I’ve tried to be.So can I take that step beyond the lightand set my spirit free? I didn’t want to go at first,I fought with all my might.But something seems to draw me nowto that warm and loving light.I want to go, I really do,it’s difficult to stay.But I will try as best I canto live just one more day. To give you time to care for meand share your live and fears.I know you’re sad and are afraidbecause I see your tears.I’ll not be far, I promise that,and I hope you’ll always know.That my spirit will be close to youWhere ever you may go. Thank you so for loving meand know that I love you too.That’s why it’s hard to say goodbyeand end this life with you.So hold me now just one more timeand let me hear you say,Because you care so much for me,you’ll let me go today. Image credit: Martin Haeuserer Manage Cookie Preferences