Goodbye Honey (part 2)
Then it was time to say goodbye to Honey again. Only mummy and daddy and me and Father Angel Gabriel (who baptised me and Honey in hospital and who is God’s best friend) went to the crematorium.
It was nice. Daddy read this poem:
Me and you.
by T. H. Williams
Even though I’m brand new.
And I know nothing about very much at all.
And simple thoughts get me huffing and puffing.
And send my head in a spin.
This much I know to be true.
I will think often of you.
The happy baby I never knew.
And when I’m learning my words.
And say ‘parkcarp’ instead of carpark.
And ‘Hostipal’ instead of hospital.
And I’m struggling with my Ps and Qs.
This much I know to be true.
I will think often of you.
The clever little girl I never knew.
And when I’m chasing girls.
And they are running a mile.
Despite my magnificent chat up lines.
And tight trousers.
This much I know to be true.
I will think often of you.
The beautiful young lady I never knew.
And when I’m a dad.
And I’ve taken to wearing socks with sandals
And saying things like ‘Call that music?
It’s sounds more like a cat being strangled.’
This much I know to be true.
I will think often of you.
The good mother I never knew.
And when I’m ancient and stooped.
And my eyebrows look like two old brushes.
And I’ve started putting the kettle in the fridge.
And the biscuits in the bin.
This much I know to be true.
I’ll still think often of you.
The funny old lady I never knew.
And when I die.
And the ambulance arrives in dramatic style.
And the neighbour says, ‘Silly sod, left the gas on.
He was always doing daft things like that.’
This much I know to be true.
I’ll think one more time of you.
The other me I never knew.
And when I’m standing outside the Pearly Gates.
And Saint Peter is saying, ‘You don’t think you’re coming in here do you?’
And you push past him with a smile and say, ‘Don’t worry Pete, he’s with me.’
This much I know to be true.
I will hold so tightly on to you.
The twin sister I never knew.
And mummy read this one:
Honey Bee
By T. H. Williams
Oh my sweetest Honey Bee.
Please wont you stay with me.
For my heart is broken you see.
Split down the middle like an apple tree.
Be a dear and mend it for me.
My sweetest little Honey Bee.
Oh my dearest Honey Bee.
Please wont you stay with me.
For my eyes are blinded you see.
Flooded with tears so I cannot see.
Be a sweet and dry them for me.
My dearest little Honey Bee.
Oh my darling Honey Bee.
Please wont you stay with me.
For there’s a storm raging inside of me.
It’s smashing buildings and uprooting trees.
Be a love and calm it for me.
My darling little Honey Bee.
Oh my perfect Honey Bee.
Please wont you stay with me.
For I am useless you see.
I cannot think; I’m all at sea.
Be an angel and look after me.
My perfect little Honey Bee.
Oh my precious Honey Bee.
Promise you wont forget me.
No matter how busy you may be.
Stop a while and think of me.
For I’ll think of you always you see.
My precious little Honey Bee.
No rest for the wicked.
After a few weeks at home I went back to hospital for a scan and the doctors told me I had to have a hole drilled into my brain.
I said ‘No thanks’ but I think the words must have come out sounding like ‘Yes please’ because they did it anyway.
After two days I came home again and my daddy was so excited we both jumped in the bath to celebrate.
