"Aye Budda"

Ay Budda Boy I hope you hear me, I really hope you do.
Of how the sun has found my eyes, all filled with tears for you.
I wish so much not to feel the pain, like the many gathered here today.
While thinking about the many things we didn't get to say.

Ay Budda, my yebbru, my cuz, I'm tryin' to understand,
Of how that Angel called your name, and took you by the hand.
He must of reckon your place was ready, in Heaven far above.
So I understand you had to leave behind, all the family and friends you loved.
Ay Budda since you've gone away, these tears fall from my eyes,
I'd never thought you'd be so young, without a whisper of goodbye.
I think about all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
I think where does the future hold, those childish dreams we had.

But Budda if you can hear me, I know we'll be never far apart,
Cause every time I think of you, you're here within my heart.

Poem read by Terry Grieves in
Peko Park at the memorial service for Kumantjayi Limerick on Thursday November 30, 2000.