Nikita Dunne

Nikita Dunne died 20/04/2006 she was 16 and was still in school she lived in Runcorn and Widnes. She had two brothers and she had cystic fibrosis a disease that affects the lungs and the digestive system. She was a lovely young lady and she was always happy and would do anything for anyone. She was so helpful and so much love to give around and she meant the world to me and her dad and brothers and all the staff at Alder Hey hospital who have looked after Nikita and to all her family and everyone who knew her. Nikita was so pleasant to be around she always cheered people up when they were feeling down espically the young children going to stay in Alder Hey hospital who were scared of being away from their parents, she always made them feel safe. Many thanks to all of the staff at Alder Hey x







I wish you courage
as Sun has
which rises again every day
above each poverty in the world.

Some people can't after day
belive in Sun.
There is a deficiit of patience
to wait for new day, which is coming.
when you are only in darkness
look above
There the Sun is waiting for you.

It doesn't go round
and it won't go round you, too
if you don't hid yourself in the shadow

With each good person,
who live in te Earth,
the Sun is rising.

This piece of text is from shor book written by
Phil Bosman i Werner Richner
"Glimmers of hopes



I was too busy when you
Wanted to help me cook,
I had other things to do
When you'd bring your picture book.
I failed to find the time
For playing dolls and dishes,
Or listening to your dreams
And all your magic wishes.

There was so much I had to do
Before it was too late,
But, alas, my growing daughter
Could not wait.

Now the bed is neat
And toys in place,
And there's no chocolate mess
On a cherub face.

No more interruptions
While I'm on the phone,
No questions to answer
Or locks to comb.

No dandelion bouquets
Or special cards of glue,
No crayon messages of,
"Mom, I luv you."

If only I could turn back
The fleeting hands of time,
I'd value each giggle
And memorize each rhyme.

I'd live each second to the fullest ...
Your heart and life enfold,
For little girls grow up so fast ...
Cherish them like gold.


Every home should have a daughter,
For there's nothing like a girl
To keep the world around her
In one continuous whirl.
From the moment she arrives on earth,
And on through womanhood,
A daughter is a "female"
Who is seldom understood.

She is soft and sweet and cuddly,
But she's also wise and smart;
She's a wondrous combination
Of a mind and brain and heart;


And even in her baby days,
She's just a born coquette;
And anything she really wants,
She manages to get.

For even at a tender age,
She uses all her wiles;
And she can melt the hardest heart
With the sunshine of her smiles

She starts out as a rosebud
With her beauty unrevealed;
Then through a happy childhood,
Her petals are unsealed.

She's soon a sweet girl graduate,
And then a blushing bride;
And then a lovely woman
As the rosebud opens wide.

And some day in the future,
If it be God's gracious will,
She, too, will be a Mother
And know that reverent thrill,
That comes to every Mother
Whose heart is filled with love
When she beholds her "angel"
That God sent her from above

And there would be no life at all
In this world or the other
Without a "darling daughter"
Who, in turn, becomes a "Mother!"