Big Brother, I see: - the twinkle in your eye and your cheeky grin, - your seat at the family’s table - the swing and the teasing - the cider and cigs, the pontoon and the poker, with your mates, round our table - the young mechanic in his greasy overalls - the grief you endured, - the laughter and fun - the pride as you walked down the aisle with your daughter - a dutiful son - the toys that you made for your grandchildren and mine. But I didn’t see the pain and that look in your eyes, didn’t get the chance to say goodbye. Now I imagine: - the sun on your face - the wind in your hair - the grass beneath your feet - the scent of the mown hay - Blue skies above and surrounded by nature, That’s where you are now, free as a bird. Jenny