The Five Elements of Yelash Some people look and see an enormous rock, The strong, hard centre of a fluid world. But rocks are cold and gather dirt. Yet your big, warm torso shrugs it off. Some people look and see a flowery island In an ocean of blue and ordinary. But an island wears a cloak of water Yet water blows off your restless skin. Some people look and see a blustery gale. Loud, boisterous and full of energy. But wind goes around a mountain, Yet you can knock it down. Some people look and see a ball of flames For the frigid world to warm its heart by. But flames can be kept at a distance, Yet your presence is inescapable. Too few people know to close their eyes and ears, Loose their limbs and fall towards you, A warm embracing sick-bed In a room of unjudging hilarity. Dad was the last surviving child of the late Frank and Christina Yelash and brother of the late Mary, Jimmy and Christina. Loved father-in-law to my wife, Nicola and forever-cherished grandad to my kids Luka, Niko and Timo. My best mate. Hooray, Dad, I’ll find you by the old tote behind the grandstand.