Michael Bedford
Judas as a Small Child
Of course, he was a bit of a lad even
Then. Used to pull my sister’s hair. Throw
Mud at me and run away laughing and
Shouting. I never could catch him.
Always first in races. Ran like the wind.
Good at sums too if I remember. In fact,
That’s what sticks in my mind most, his energy.
Always on the go, and a good pal too.
You could rely on him in a jam. We had
Plenty of those. He always thought he knew
Best. Argue with anybody. Got into no end
Of trouble. We used to tease him about it.
He’d get madder and madder, but we’d laugh
Afterwards and be friends again. There was
No malice in him, you see. He was a good
Mate. Bit headstrong but aren’t we all?
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