Twinkle Toes in Soft Pink Bows    (In memory of a wonderful sister)   Oh twinkle toes in soft pink bows   Fair-haired beauty of slender pose Sweet city flower to Country Rose   Prettier in tone than any wistful prose Oh shining star our guiding light   So unreserved and without spite Still wild, free, calm raging sea   Bristling honour forth and liberty   Morning sunshine, summer rain   London angel, quaint country lane Inspired creation, bright ideas   Tall and proud, yet never vain Taught us how to laugh and play   Be party people, live life today Believe in love, and in ourselves   Little brother, you would say   C&A, Woolworth, BHS,   Dorothy Perkins, M&S Nip into Kay’s… then into Next,   On ‘special’ at Tesco’s? Well I’ll be blessed! Second-hand alley and bargains galore   What a snip - lets find some more! Oh blimey, how our feet would ache   Perhaps some coffee… and bit of cake?   My Gin and tonic, supersonic   Ever-giving, must crack on What’d y’ fancy, prefer-organic,   Kitchen-loving, Gastronom Catered for all, cooked for one  In the oven – soon be done Chicken korma, Rogan Josh   “Now there plenty more…” oh golly gosh!   Mobile stylist, scissor-hands   A quick trim… just clip the ends? Layer, feather, take-off a tinge   A College-boy, but leave the fringe Highlights, lowlights, or French crew cut   Short at the sides, long at the back Oh my goodness you’re going thin…   Try some Pantene – just rub it in!   Campions champion, or cross-country cheat?   Stop-off for coffee and bite to eat Tag-on behind tired laggards feet   Past our house in the final heat Full of beans, larking, full of fun   We’d laugh and joke, and enjoy the sun The homework you done was never late   No, never one to procrastinate   Busy bee, Dancing Queen   Hit the road, bright lights, dig the scene I close my eyes and hear your voice   Sing Picture book my favorite choice You lived your magic carpet ride   And played the game of life to win If growing older was a sin   Oh what trouble we’d all be in   Islington Angel, Borehamwood gal   Built us up, kept us well Took us in, waifs and strays   Friend-savior-sister, Bedfordshire Belle Whatever, whenever, no ifs-nor-buts   Its decided now, no tiny tuts Needle and cotton, elastic rubber-band,   Always there – with an outstretched hand   Pure of mind and sound in soul  Such passion, presence, go for goal Day turns to night, time takes its toll   But girl, you gave it rock n´roll So through the tears, I can’t be sad   As I remember all those laughs we had Sing again in heaven with Mum and Dad   Good bless, sweet dreams, sleep tight. X.