We think of you, often.
The days and months and years go by
But the memory sticks like chocolate milk,
Hot and frothing from your velvetiser -
prize possession in your pantry.
We think of all the hopes you had,
Regardless of what ailed you.
Children, holidays, opportunities
A world away from the trouble at the back of your mind.
You gave so much to so many in such short time.
That's a cliche but how else to say it?
Metaphors don't do do you justice.
You made such a difference; poetic conventions can bow to that.
The data still ticks up, even now you're gone.
They don't know what we did for them, even in a small way.
But that's fine.
115%, that's by how much we beat the target.
You know what you did.
You're missed.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC
We think of you, often.
The days and months and years go by
But the memory sticks like chocolate milk,
Hot and frothing from your velvetiser -
prize possession in your pantry.
We think of all the hopes you had,
Regardless of what ailed you.
Children, holidays, opportunities
A world away from the trouble at the back of your mind.
You gave so much to so many in such short time.
That's a cliche but how else to say it?
Metaphors don't do do you justice.
You made such a difference; poetic conventions can bow to that.
The data still ticks up, even now you're gone.
They don't know what we did for them, even in a small way.
But that's fine.
115%, that's by how much we beat the target.
You know what you did.
You're missed.