Memories of Twink

Sitting on a rock, beneath a conical of cloud The stars above that only you were allowed to view. Beached on a sandbank your friends were left You had a good time, but it was mosquitos for the rest. Simply Twink to the many, just Stuart to a few Eccentric and flawed But always with a heart true. A brother, A father, A son and a friend Loud raucous laughter, on those days without end. With patience and understanding, your love showed through Always it was in you, though very few knew That knidness was your true nature. Feeding helicopters with chunks of fresh bread Hunting for a picture of a horse, with only three legs Then a search for a spider, left Tease in hysterics A judgement of insanity was given by the medics. Although Doc's thought you crazy, though all of us knew This act you put on. 26, is thirteen, timesed by two. Driving too fast, in a shiny mobile, questionable music, your charming appeal Blue eyes that sparkled, Twinkled with joy When you spoke of your children, two girls and your boy. In a lifetime of legend, you sang your own brand of song In crazed flights of fancy, your dreams, visions, never wrong. There for us always, if we did but ask First with a scheme, always ready for the task. You were Twink to the many, and Stuart to a few But each in our hearts, carry these memories of you. _____R.I.P. Uncle Twink_____ Thank you for the memories.