Wish I Knew You When I Was Young

I remember the first day well, with your glorious bright red hair you burst into the room like a struck match,and everyone's face lit up. Model, comedienne, everyone's favourite Auntie, crush, paramour in dreams, happiness in stilettos, all bundled into one like a Swiss Army Knife. Watching you smile was like opening a Christmas present, and when you laughed, it fizzed and popped like party wine. When you boarded my bus, akin to some lovesick schoolboy I'd cross my fingers and wish and wish that you'd sit with me, and when you did, though I sat still, my whole insides went 'HOORAY!!'. From Reiki healing to old Hollywood musicals, whatever you spoke of I was held rapt. You could read the ingredients off the back of a tin of curry and you would still enchant me. I'm sure that the moment you were conceived, the Good Lord, like a bomb disposal expert, cut the wires marked 'sadness', and you emerged not with a cry, but a giggle. If you were any lovelier, you would have exploded, and the whole town would have been covered in a thick, gooey layer of lovely. What a magnificent disaster that would have been. Instead, you were taken cruelly- Cancer isn't fussy whose friends it takes, and on the clearest days my sunshine seems dimmer now. Grief that soaks like cold rain only lessened by gratitude in having known you. Just wish we'd crossed paths sooner. Or I could live my life backwards. Miss you x Gaynor Wadsworth R.I.P 2017 For contest 'I wish I knew you when you were young', sponsor Julie Leigh Rodeheaver