LET THE CHILDREN LAUGH
A tribute to Ken Sprickerhoff, a dear friend
I can just imagine dear Ken saying
this even if in pain,
For deep inside he wanted to play
with the children again,
At least he could hear them if not
kneel down and play
And tease them until they’d
pretend to run away.
I can remember him teasing our children
when they were small
Where is Sam Margetson, looking
around, he would call,
Then from his pocket or sleeve a
candy would appear,
And cautiously the four of them
would creep quite near.
I remember a talk about following
the pure clear light,
About trying to plough a field
in the dark of night,
How although the tractor light
was very strong,
Somehow the lines were not straight,
where did he go wrong?
There was not light at the end of the
furrow he had to plough
So he could not see and he did not
stay straight somehow,
It taught me a lesson, remembered
for thirty years or more,
Now he will not be lazy as he enters
through heaven’s door.
Oh, how he loved little children, he was
always one at heart,
I am so glad that I knew him and
hope to do my part
To be worthy of his friendship
continuing above,
When with hundreds of children we
all meet in perfect love.
‘Let the children laugh’ will ring in my
heart from now on
And pray that I may be able to say the
same when my time is come.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 23 March 2004