Terry, my cousin Terry.
Whose smile lit up the room,
Like the Sun and the Moon.
Terry, my cousin Terry.
Stolen from your family.
You’re gone too soon.
Terry, my cousin Terry.
In life your greatest gift above all,
Was to bring people together.
Terry, my cousin Terry.
Your gift is still of use,
As we are here to remember.
Terry, my cousin Terry.
Thought you are gone,
You’re still in our memory.
Terry, my cousin Terry.
We still see you,
Especially when we look at Trinity.
ATIBA OXLEY POETRY 