Hours have passed, yet the death of Phillip Hughes’ remains unfathomable.
I received a message from my father
Slightly before four o’clock.
Have you heard the news? It read.
Immediately I knew. I was in shock.
For the preceding days, I’d waited anxiously,
Yearning desperately for good news.
Never considered the negative outcomes,
Never thought it was Phil we may lose.
Vale Phil Hughes, the lad from Macksville,
Forever in our thoughts.
He brought a nation to a standstill,
The news has left us in all sorts.
Taken far too young we say,
But wow, how much he achieved.
In a short time, touched the lives of millions,
And now those millions grieve.
Played his cricket with a cheeky grin,
Regardless of performance.
Often was considered very unlucky,
But would never accept the plaudits
His final innings was full of grit,
Typically determined.
Phil was not going to quit,
Until his test place was certain
Hughesy left us chasing his dream,
Doing something that he loved.
63 not out he shall remain forever,
Even now while he is above.
Australia mourns together as one
For a man we felt we knew.
As his best mate Clarkey said,
“We Love You!”
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good stuff
Harish
Guest
My eyes are full with tears while typing this and all I know are shocked and sad. He was an adorable Aussie.
Craig Watson
Guest
Very poignant Harish. I presume you are Indian .. I know , like we Australians, Indians are a cricket mad people. How are Indians taking the terriblly tragic news?
Harish
Guest
na jayate mriyate va kadacin nayam bhutva bhavita va na bhuyah ajo nityah sasvato 'yam purano na hanyate hanyamane sarire For the soul there is neither birth nor death at any time. He has not come into being, does not come into being, and will not come into being. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain.
Harish
Guest
It is not Australia but the Cricketing world, I assure you, that mourns his untimely departure.
Lauren Richards
Guest
what a magnificent cricket player I will never forget him
Lauren Richards
Guest
the class is silent looking at the flag at half mast the helmet he was too reliant who ever thought that ball would be his last
Pete
Guest
Thanks Hugh good stuff on a day we all feel so empty and a little lost