Vale Sandi Tilbrooks

Dragons Abreast Adelaide

March 2009

We’ll still meet at West Lakes

And paddle on the lake

But Sandi won’t be with us

Her spirit’s in our wake

I talked to her on Tuesday

She’d only hours to go

But somehow she seemed tranquil

And somehow in the know

She greeted us with her usual smile

That cheeky battered face

It was hard to believe that she was so crook

But she didn’t moan

We laughed and joked

As we have usually done

And yes, the sparkle was still there

In our rough diamond’s eye

She had a fag, a last few puffs

And then she made us laugh

“My lungs are still the only bits

That work, not like all rest”

A gentle kiss and cuddle

And then we had to go

“Just give the girls my love” She said

I thought you’d like to know.

I will miss our Sandi

Her smiling little face

That always seemed so happy

A certain kind of grace