Hello Nick, How's things? I hope you and the family are well. It's been a while since Nan's (Aunt Elsie) funeral. I found this site and I wanted to send you this poem I wrote about Mosh. I have tried to send it through other sites before but I don't know if it got to you. MORRIE Built like a barn door and smartly turned out. His air as he walked, well you knew he had clout. I remember him first throwing me in the air, Pencil moustache and Brylcreem in his hair. He was pre-diagnosis as strong as an ox, But then he developed the Parkinson's pox. Involunt'ry twitching slurred speech and convulsions, To keep well away my initial compulsions. The drugs made him dribble whilst watching the cricket. Made me wonder if he was quite the full ticket. He endured Changi! This seasoned old soldier. I was wary of him when I should've been bolder! Two steps backward for every one forward, His frustrated face one could see he was tortured. Such a dignified man, so patient and kind, We often played Scrabble to strengthen his mind. Enduring this illness he never complained. 30 years in The Army and very well trained. Regrets looking back? One of lots I can think, I never took him down the pub for drink! (c)08/10/05 MICHAEL DENNIS www.myspace.com/michaelspoems garfieldpark@talktalk.net I hope you like it. Grandad was one of a kind. Correction. Morrie, Elsie, Clare and Rue in their own ways were each one of a kind. Please feel free to stop by my myspace site and have a look at some of my work. I write about life how I see it. People who read my work as they ride in my taxi have said that I could put them to music. I would be grateful if you could give me any tips on how to get started as I now feel that I have found what I want to do in life. Cheers Nick, All the best to you Janet and the family, Neil (If you are still wondering who this is I gave you Mosh's cartoon picture)