Ben xx
Little Ben, a wild storm brewed,
From day one, never any rest, it seemed.
Screams instead of sleep at night,
Rocking, rocking, just to make things right.
School bells rang, but wild stayed true,
Parents called, "What did he do?"
Trouble found him, quick and fast,
License gone before he passed
Carpentry, with cousin Joe,
Steady hands, a skill to grow.
Brilliant work, a steady art,
But Ben's wild soul craved a different start.
Ireland, Spain, then far away,
Thailand's shores, Australia's bay.
Twenty-five years, a restless soul,
Living life beyond control.
Then home he came, at forty-six,
A shadow fell, a cruelest trick.
Cancer's grip, a painful hold,
Months to live, a story told.
No doctors' help, a different way,
Weed his solace, day by day.
He grew his own, a silent plea,
To face the end wild and free.
Two years passed, he's still in sight,
Fighting on with all his might.
Living now with me, his sis,
Wild Ben's story, full of twists.
R.I.P. Little Brother ❤️ miss you more than you’ll ever know xx
Rebecca
16/05/2026
