Pop I wish you were stil here,
I did not wish you to go away...

This poem i dedicate to my Aunty and Uncle who...
Andrew Silvester was a good boy at times...

Forget his name, forget his face,
Forget his kiss and warm embrace...

Once I was afraid,
But now I'm not...

When I first saw you,
I was scared to talk to you...

Everyday you wish it never happened,
Everyday you will not forget it...