HERE IS MY MEMORY OF MY BROTHER SHAUN,
LOTS OF BRAINS, AND JUST AS MUCH BRAWN.
WHEN WE WENT OUT HE’D KEEP THE DRINKS FLOWING,
UNTIL MY NOSE WAS PRACTICALLY GLOWING.
THEN WE’D GO HOME AND SHOUT AND BAWL,
SOMETIMES SO MUCH IT STARTED A BRAWL.
BUT AS QUICK AS IT STARTED IT SURELY WOULD STOP.
NO MATTER THE WINNER, OR WHO WAS ON TOP.
IN THE MORNING EVERYTHING WOULD BE JUST FINE,
COS’ I WAS HIS AND HE WAS MINE.
AND EVEN THOUGH SHAUN AS WE KNOW HIM HAS GONE,
WE’LL ALL MAKE SURE THAT HIS SPIRIT LIVES ON.
CRAIG BRIERLEY 23/04/2003
Hello. I am Craig Brierley and I wrote this poem as a eulogy for my brother Shaun. I read it at his funeral after he died during the Iraq war in 2003. I am 38 years old and live in Birstall with my partner Natalie and 3 year old daughter Tilly. I work as a team leader in Leeds, manufacturing emergency lighting. Although Shaun has been gone for 12 years now there are still a lot of unanswered questions, and hopefully one day Tony Blair and George Bush will be held accountable for their actions. Myself and my family have paid the ultimate price and it was these 2 people that created the situation. Whichever way things go concerning Bush and Blair, nothing will ever bring my brother back so I try not to get too tied up in matters. I just let my father get on with it, and he does a good enough job for all of us.
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