26/05/2026
For Cheryl, from Kirsten & all of Kingsmills.
Cheryl ruled her little room like a punk rock queen in bed,
With motorbikes upon the walls and wild ideas in her head.
Pink blankets, dog throws everywhere, strawberry yogurts stacked,
And pineapple juice beside her bed — she always kept them packed.
She couldn’t walk, but honestly, her mind went everywhere,
From marrying Elvis in Las Vegas to dyeing somebody’s hair.
She’d wink and crack a dirty joke so quick you’d nearly choke,
Then grin so sweet and innocent as if she’d never spoke.
A gentle soul with rebel roots, tough music in her heart,
The kind of woman who could make a gloomy day depart.
Quick witted to the very end, sharp as any tack,
If you tried to beat her in a joke, she’d fire one right back
She loved her Patsy dearly, and her Claire beyond all measure,
Speaking of them often like her greatest kind of treasure.
And though her world stayed mostly to the comfort of her bed,
She filled the place with laughter and the funny things she said.
The carers meant so much to her — you saw it every day,
In little chats and banter and the games she liked to play.
She trusted them, she loved them, and they loved her right back too,
Because a soul as bright as Cheryl’s shines in all you do.
So here’s to our Cheryl — pink-loving, cheeky, bright,
May Elvis finally meet you now dressed head to toe in white.
Though Heaven won’t know what’s hit it now you’ve gone above…
There’ll be rock songs, rude jokes, pineapple juice, and endless love.
Kingsmills won’t be the same without your smile and fun, you’ll be deeply missed by each and everyone.
Huge thank you to all the bikers who came to celebrate Cheryl's life, you've truly given her the ultimate Rock 'n' Roll send-off that she would have wanted.
