The only person i looked up to was my little Brother,i cannot ever explain the loss,how much i miss you Bro please God let me one day see him again,for this i pray Forever in my heart i jusy cannot put into words how much i love u my little Brother..xxxxxxxxxxxx Welby.

This is a poem about my baby brother SWIFT O Swift you have gone your summer is done Our winter draws near for you are not here We have lost the one that we love O Swift take your flight towards the heavenly light Your spirit will soar as you find the right door To lead you to those that we love O Swift take your rest and find you are blessed as Your heartache will ease as you find that peace In the arms of those that we love O Swift you must fly but this is not a goodbye Our hearts they will sing as our spirits take wing To take us to you that we love. Take care baby brother love from big sis xx

This is a lovely poem that Swift's daughter Becky read at his funeral A LITTLE RHYME ABOUT MY LOVELY DAD To me, he was and always will be my dad, To others, he was Swift or Nick But regardless of your relationship with him, Whether you were family or just a friend, I just think myself lucky to have had that lovely Man as my dad Though its such a shame that it went so quick, But my love for him will never end When I think of my dad, I see his eyes So full of love and expression, so big and blue, You could see the truth in those eyes, never any lies My dad was genuine and true. When I think of my dad, I think of holidays, A beautiful man in that beautiful place, St Ives, I’ve always had happy days, As I’m sure that many of you have had, with him too in your lives. When I think of my dad, I think of his creations, He was so creative and artistic, Always full of inspirations, Whether it be art, writing, doodles or music. When I think of my dad, I think of how he was so clever, My dad was so intelligent, he knew everything, There wasn’t a time he didn’t know an answer, Not ever, He always let you know what had happened, Or what was happening. When I think of my dad, I think of his music, From Jamiroquai, to Bowie to Marley, And more, his taste was varied and fantastic, He was forever singing along to some melody! When I think of my dad, I think of his humour and wit, He said it like it was, sarcastic and dry, Funny though, wasn’t it? His intelligent humour helped us all get by. When I think of my dad, I think of love and care, I love my dad so much and in so many different ways, And its nice to know that he loved me too, he was always there, Its just a real shame that all I have is memories, He is still here in some way and I look forward to seeing him again some day.