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Mum’s Poem to Kirstin
Your eyes were the first thing I noticed
Large and bright, though apparently unseeing.
Ready to face whatever lay ahead of you.
Your hair next.
I had prayed for a little girl with red hair.
I got my wish.
You got your feisty temperament.
What have we been through since that Birth Day?
Such emotions, such battles, such love.
You were my firstborn
Special in so many ways.
Sometimes needing me more than I could bear
Always loving me unconditionally
Forgiving me my shortcomings.
Your smile has been a constant
Throughout all adversity you always managed a smile.
And such a beautiful laugh
Lighting up your whole face, wrinkling your pretty nose.
I can hear it now. I will hear it always.
And what about your courage?
You hated anyone to say you were brave.
You loathed pity.
Well, I’m sorry, my love but the truth is
That you endured more physical and emotional pain
Than most people could bear.
You always showed a smile. “It’s fine”, you’d say.
That’s real courage. You were brave.
As you grew
Your capacity for life was exhausting.
Always clubbing, dining out or drinking;
Studying hard; Outward bounding;
Driving miles just to meet up with friends;
Holidaying all over the world.
Your capacity for love was endless
For your family, your friends, your cats and dogs,
And especially for Jason.
We all loved you in return.
We can’t imagine life without you.
I only hope you knew how much I loved you
How very proud I am to be your mum.
We’ve travelled a long way together. It’s been fun.
It’s been a pleasure.
But I wish we could have gone further.
I helped you into the world. I was there at your departure.
You did the rest yourself.
My darling Kirsty.
I will miss you.
God Bless.
Sarah’s Poem to Kirstin
I thank the Lord
That He gave you to me
Out of all the world
He caused our paths to cross
Our circumstances intertwined
Our minds sparked each other
Through conversation giving
Insights into life, love and faith.
Thank you for simply being there
On dark days and in sunshine
Available, ready to listen
To laugh and weep together
Thank you for the shoulder to cry on
A phone call, somewhere to sleep
Knowing when to sympathise
And when to pull me to my feet.
Thank you for sharing your joy
Your problems, pleasure and pain
For letting me know I’m important
That my contribution counts
You are someone special
Through your friendship I’ve grown
I hope you have too
Kirsty, thank you for being my friend.
Barry’s Poem to Kirstin
You were such a feisty little lady
Always a smile and a twinkle
Never showed your pain or hurt
A constant source of inspiration
Taken away so early in life
Our pain at your loss
As sharp as a knife
You’ll always be special
And shine in our life
Our bright light shining down
Forever inspiring and strengthening
Our hearts and minds
Never forgotten always remembered
With warmth and much love
Kirstin (13th October 1975 – 2nd February 2003)
