Today I bought a copy of Kathryn Gilkison’s poetry book, Dear Shelley, written in memory of her daughter Shelley Mather (also the niece of New Zealand London July 7, 2005 . I hadn't come across the collection before but it's of interest to cricket people.
The book contains a poem called ‘Cricket Gang’ and on the back of the book is a photo of her daughter Shelley in a New Zealand July 30, 2005 ). 
Kathryn’s book and the story of her daughter’s life in which cricket played an integral part moved me. My own father and sister were in London 
KATHRYN GILKISON
Cricket Gang
they stood fast and true
the gang
honoured you
with a cricket bat guard of honour
as Ramon played the pipes
one phone call fits all needs
I simply rang Donna
and “abracadabra”
a multitude of tasks done
they set up the church
  we needed four people
  they gave us forty
they handed out the service order
and ushered people to their seats
they were truly amazing
we had you home
the night before the big event
  they all came 
  sat round your coffin
  told stories, laughed, cried,
  swore
  the anger was palpable
  that you had been taken
  from them
so much part of their lives
for so long
they looked out for you from the beginning
they were there for you in the end
© Kathryn Gilkison, 2006
(From Dear Shelley, Pukeko Publishing, 2006)
See also Shelley Mather memorial website: http://www.shelleymariemather.com/
See also Shelley Mather memorial website: http://www.shelleymariemather.com/
 
A poet-friend of mine emailed to say: 'I was sad to read the elegy by Kathryn Gilkison, the poet who lost her cricketing daughter in the London bombings. When that event happened, my son was living just up the road from where the bombed bus exploded - and my daughter was about to go on the Underground to King's Cross - she missed the bombs by about half an hour, and rang to tell me that they were both OK. Easy to forget, in those moments of relief, that others were not so lucky.'
ReplyDeleteI remember my teams of basketball, softball and field hockey - I remember that belief, joy and trust that a team brings. Shelley was honoured by her teammates at the funeral: 'we needed four people / they gave us forty... they looked out for you from the beginning / they were there for you in the end'. Thanks teammates,
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathryn Gilkison, Thanks Mark.