Edges Issue 11: Susan is Dead

EDGES MAGAZINE

OCTOBER 1997

Susan is dead - aged 22!

It's cold, it's dark, it's raining,
People on buses complaining,
Always the worry of yesterday's bills, car, mortgage and household things

There's people who are homeless living on the streets,
Crying out for compassion looking for something to eat.
I don't know where they're going. I don't know where they've been,
but I know that each one's special, that's how it looks to me.

I remember one so special, Huggy was her name,
the day she came to Church so high, little did we know,
that she could give to many, her kindness and her love,
she always wanted to help anybody but did not love herself.

She struggled through times so hard and drugs they took their hold,
even when she got attacked, when someone cut her throat,
she found it hard, but kept on going, found the strength but in it knowing,
that high above the sky so bright Jesus loved her day and night.

Now Huggy was a girl so clever, poetry was her thing,
she used to turn her hand to writing saying where she'd been.

She always had her little surprises, you never knew what to expect,
but guaranteed that through it all this girl who sometimes pretty,
could turn up scruffy, pale and thin and then she had you guessing.

It's now so sad and hurts so much to have seen her coffin,
that lovely girl who gave so much and ending up with nothing.
But through her life, so short, so young, she did find time to pray,
to ask forgiveness of her sins and receive eternal blessing.

In memory of Susan Huddleston
Affectionately known as Huggy
With much love, Dino