Cuzz... A poem about Ted Slade... a cousin
'Cuzz' By Chris Slade This new friendship. This journey on which we were just setting out. How will we work it now you've...well...gone? It was going so well. That's the way I saw it anyhow It had only been a year - we two - back in each other's circle... Same planet - different orbit. Though I'll never know now what your thoughts might have been.. This 44 year gap in our 'acquaintance', for that's all you'd ever say it was, ...it closed at dad's (your Uncle Bud's), funeral - as he leapt 'on-flame' to the ether. He didn't half want to go..."Why don't they just let me slip away?" And then It was you I wanted to know amongst those finger buffet scoffers. Those ribboned aces never knew that Bud just kick-started their Lancasters and 'Spits' at Leconfield and Liberia. Bud's morphine muted passing proved positive,and thankfully at last - (he might remember now) - he helped kick-star...