In memory of Nicky

I'm no poet, so apologies to all poets and poetry lovers out there! But I wanted to record a few words in memory of my cousin, Nicky, who died earlier this month. We used to hang out as kids (I'm the chubby blond one in the photo). If you've lost a loved one and want to post a short poem, let me know.

“Bouncing Down the Heather”

Brown eyes and dark hair,

a mischievous grin
and contagious laugh
brought out the adventurous side in me.
Stories of “all-nighters” with his friends at the park,
rave music,
tricks on his BMX.
We’d sneak Granny’s biscuits out of the kitchen and up the stairs
to the Big Room.
One night, we crept outside and rolled a car in Arthur Street.
We shared slingshots
and walked 7 miles to Save the Whales.
He was cheeky,
never boring,
a spark always burning.
Energy,
laughter, and joy.
Always trying.
He reminded me of Granddad,
bouncing down the heather.