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This page contains poems which have been written by CRY supporters.  If you would like your poem to appear on this page, please e-mail it to cry@c-r-y.org.uk or post it to the CRY office.

 

 

“Ronnie My Boy”

 

I think back upon the joy I experienced as I witnessed your growth and achievements.
Can the fact that you are no longer here remove those memories?
No. They are with me always...
The happiness I felt, the pleasure you gave me, the many moments of satisfaction.
Nothing can diminish that.
Truly, I wish it could have continued for many, many more years

Having done my best, having given my all, I can only stand aside and grieve.

 

Yes I made mistakes like many of us mum’s do but our role doesn't come with a manual but my broken heart says it all

Thank you for giving me joy. Thank you for giving me happiness.
I was blessed to have had you with me for the time that fate gave us.

Thank you for being my boy

 

Love from your Mum xxx

 

Mummy's Boy

 

Mummy’s boy, born and bred

He could do no wrong, whatever anyone said.

I know you miss him so, but he’s still here

Watching us laughing and shedding a tear

 

No one will ever replace him or make the pain go away

There will be good times and then there will be a rainy day

We must keep our angel close and never forget

That he left a lasting impression on all those he met

 

Nothing can close to a mum’s love for her child born

The pain is deep and twists like a thorn

Look at these pictures and remember the fun he gave you

And treasure those memories especially when you’re feeling blue.

 

Poem written for my Mum

 

by Charlotte Luckett

 

   
   

Martyn Luckett

1985 - 2005

Cheeky chap, made everyone smile

Even if it was only for a little while

God has chosen you to be his soldier

Forsaking us seeing you getting older

 

There's a constant ache deep in my heart

I won't forget you my dearest Mart

We had so much fun, so many memories to keep

They're locked in my mind, cherished, oh so deep

 

I hope you are happy and looking down

Keeping that cheeky grin and not a frown

I hear your voice and see your face

Life is no longer seen as a rat race

 

You're up there with good company I know

Nan, Aunty Marg and others alike in a row

Be peaceful my dear brother, I miss you so

See you one day and we will dance again I know!

Charlotte Luckett

 

 

Kevin Says

I left a bit too early

But fate made it that way,

I’d love to come and see you all

If only for a day

 

My journey won't allow me

To visit now and then,

I will have to just live on

Through Yasmin, Brooke and Ben

 

I’ll always watch you closely

To make sure you’re alright,

I’ll speak to you in your dreams

In the middle of the night

 

I did want a bit more time

There’s things I want to say,

But I left a bit too early

Cos fate made it that way

 

KEVIN EATON 10/01/1979 - 22/07/2007

 

 

WRITTEN ON BEHALF OF KEVIN BY HIS WIFE LOUISA,

FOR ALL OF THOSE HE LOVED

 

   
   

We have joined a group of elites

We have joined a group of elites,
Whose families are no longer complete,
But we’ve not lost our Dads & Mums
We have lost our daughters & sons.
So now we join the poor sad families,
Who regularly visit the cemetery,
Not to visit our wives or mother,
But to mourn our sons, brothers & lovers.
Those who didn’t meet their full potential,
For somehow they wasn’t meant to!
But for us all this is new,
We didn’t want to be among the few,
Those who’ve lost their children,
Whether by fair means or foul.
We really do wonder how we came to be here,
We shake our heads, how could my son be dead?
For here we are, each week by car
And here we lay the flowers & trinkets,
To stand & gaze and wonder how we can carry on without you now!
For life is cruel and that’s for sure.
How could you go before us?
Its not the way of things.
I wanted to hold your children and hear them call you Dad.
But we never ever shall do and that to me is so so sad.
For my son you did nothing bad, you just enjoyed the life you had.
Do not ask how I feel today, For I could not tell you the truth.
For never more will I feel right,
So please don’t ask & I won’t lie.
When really I’m in the depth of sadness.
For how I feel could be termed as madness.
The loss immense, I shake my head,
It makes no sense, how could you so full of life,
Be dead, never more to walk this earth,
Never more to feel sun or rain.
How can I explain, those depths of despair,
For unless you’re one of the few,
You could not comprehend,
How life carries on without them, although we do not want it to.
So here we’ve joined the group of elite.
Whose children were unique.
But to see them, hear them, feel them,
We must visit the cemetery.

Debbie Smart

 

Its sometime now since you have gone

 

 Its sometime now since you have gone,

But somehow we have to carry on,

We miss your voice, your laugh and That Whistle,

So here we are you’ve left us ‘ripples’

 

Since you are gone, the sun has shone,

The moon has waxed and waned,

But life for us will never ever be the same.

No more phone calls, ‘Alright?’

‘I’m alright, you alright?’

‘Not bad, Not bad’

No more nights as jack the lad.

 

No more Type R with stereo pounding,

For as a young man you were outstanding.

You shone at work, you shone at play,

But now you’ve gone so far away.

What shall we do, how can we cope?

For you to us were such a good bloke.

We all loved you, you loved us back,

Now how can we fill this terrific gap

you’ve left behind

In truth we can’t, and nor do we want to,

For you my son you were unique,

A one off now life is bleak.

But for me you did not die,

You are not dead,

You are in some far off land instead,

With seas of blue and golden sands,

For there you’ll walk on sun kissed shores,

Without a care, without a worry,

No more to the station in a hurry.

Not to age, grow bald or fat,

You really wouldn’t have liked that!

Old age is a pisser, or so I’m told

For you have left us to face the cold

of life without you.

For here you’ll be, up in the sun,

You really are the chosen one.

So for now, my son,

Night night, god bless,

You really were the very best!

 

Kevin Lee Smart 28.12.73 – 05.09.07

 

Debbie Smart

 
   
   

I See No Ravens

 

Although this day is dark and grey

Although this day I might lose my way

There is hope before me in the light

When towards new dawns I turn my sight

 

As the shroud of darkness begins to lift

And new beginnings stop the drift

There I see new ways to be

New horizons that beckon me

 

New paths to walk, new directions seen

Like emerging from a long dark dream

In the shadows now there are no omens

And now, at last, I see no Ravens!

 

Through parting clouds and clearing skies

I see my life now in reprise

What luck it was to have been given

That life which now I know resides in heaven

 

 

Note: I hope that in these lines I reflect a new beginning. That terrible loss of my son can never of course be forgotten, but I know that he would not wish us to dwell upon his loss. We must take up new ways - we can only live in the world as it is, and not as it was.

 

Richard Walker, November 2007

Time Is No Healer

 

Your heart stopped beating two years ago

The same time mine broke in two

Life is hard now you're not here

Nothing the same without you

I ask questions still

That have no answers

So I can never rest

Although I know you are at peace

And I am trying my best

The nightmares linger on

They never go away

You are very much still in my life

That's good to know, you'll stay

Strange as it may be

Still here to help me

Just not for me to see

When I walk, I know you're there

When I talk you are in the conversation

When I cry, I hear you say

"Come on be strong now

I'm only a whisper away"

Do you remember, when each of us had any problems

They were the words we used to say

I know that you are with me Stu

They are the words I woke up with today.

 

For Stuart, my wonderful brother,

who passed away 2 years ago aged 44.

 

Deepest love and devotion.

Sandra Chapman

   
   

Precious Son

Marcus how I miss you

My heart so full of pain,

To think that you have left

Life will never be the same.

 

I talk to you each evening

In the hope that you will hear,

I sit with you in the daytime

Hoping you are still quite near.

 

Your car stands on the driveway

Each day it’s the first thing that I see,

If only I could have a wish

That you were still here with me.

 

Your family still talk about you

I asked the question WHY,

I will hold you close within my heart,

Until the day I die.

 

Jackie (Marcus’ mum)

 

October

 

October, and the end of summer memories

A reminder now, when warm the sun shines

In those clear cloudless skies

A view across the open fields

Where new the furrows lie

 

These days, shorter now, but loved by all

The autumn is before us when golden leaves will fall

The forest, changed from its summer cloak

Now begins its rest, awaiting winter winds

To shed it’s dying canopy

 

Black fruits among the hedgerows

Beckon birds to feed

The tall, now dying grasses, offering their seed

There is a busy preparation

A ‘making ready’ for winter snows.

 

These old train lines rusting and forlorn

Still upon their sleepers and leading nowhere.

The very last wagon now is just a shell

Standing by itself, stranded, no more movement here

A bramble, climbing solid iron wheels.

 

People walking, they’re just passing by

Taking in the view, to the village on the hill

To the tower of the church, weather vane, and flag

The sound of far off bells, bring alive this bright new morning

In October, with my memories still burning!

 

Note: On a bright October day along the Colliers Way cycle path between Bath, Radstock and Frome, on the site of the old railway line, (the actual lines are still in place along several miles of the route) how nice a day it was, warm sunshine and lovely country views, what could be wrong with such a day? Nothing, but in my mind as always I am reminded of my son and all that could have been.

 

Richard Walker, October 2007

   
   

An Angel’s Message

 

An angel flew down from above

She was looking for the perfect soul

Someone filled with innocent love

As a new angel to enrol

 

He had to be sweet and kind

A perfect angel to be

Not the quickest soul to find

She knew it wouldn’t be easy

 

But there he was sat in class

As perfect as could be

She had found her ideal angel at last

To make others happy

 

On the shoulder she did tap him

And whispered in his ear

A new life he was about to begin

One without any fear

 

So up to heaven she did fly

With her new angel in tow

He didn’t get chance to say goodbye

But there’s something he wants you to know…

 

He misses you every single day

And loves you very much

He wants to wipe your tears away

With his healing angel touch

 

Happiness is all he wants for you

And to help heal the pain

He is sorry for what he has put you through

But promises you’ll see him again

 

So to finish off be very clear

That Dan is having a ball

His new life is filled with cheer

And no sadness AT ALL.

In memory of Dan Vavasour, by Aimee Pattenden

 

The Marcus Way

 

The cry of 'Fore'

Where did that go?

Don't worry mate

Have another go

 

A pat on the back

A quip and smile

On we would walk

And chat a while

 

He was so good

And me so bad

He would laugh

While I got mad

 

He hit them long

I hit them short

A joy to watch

He loved the sport

 

We loved him so

His sense of fun

Add up the scores

I know who's won

 

His bench now stands

Where once he stood

The memories strong

The feelings good

 

Although not blood

The ties are strong

To leave so young

There's something wrong

 

His memory's marked

With golf each year

The gap he's left

For all is clear

 

So when we meet

On that special day

We'll try to play

The Marcus way

 

by Mick Jolly

 

   
   

For my beautiful daughter Katie Hayes

 

Nothing prepared me for this

I never knew there could be so much pain and sorrow

So many tears have been shed

So many lives have been devastated

Life seems so fragile now

 

You use to light up the room

The days are now long and grey

Why were you taken so soon?

You had so much life to live

You had so much love to give

 

You were an inspiration, a beacon, a role model

You had such a wonderful circle of friends

“You brought happiness to all that met you

With that smile that never stopped”

 

We were all supposed to grow old together

Life now, seems to be just an existence

I wanted to walk you down the aisle

I wanted to hold your child

Why do I feel so much self-pity?

 

I try so hard to put on a brave face

But deep down I hurt inside

The pain is hard to bear

And through all this mental anguish

I know life MUST go on

 

I’ll take one day at a time

The path of grieving will be long and arduous

But I am surrounded by all that you have left

I am proud to have been your father

 

My love for you in life and now in death

Will always be unconditional

NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR THIS

 

by John Hayes

 

Our Kasia

 

Our darling daughter is now not here,
And every day we shed a tear,
Hoping and praying that she is near,
Most of our days are so hard to bear,
Knowing that she is now not there.
 

We miss her laughter, fun and singing,
And all the joy she would be bringing,

I hear her voice saying "Don't be sad,
Please be strong my mam and dad."

 

by Kasia's mam

Poem for Nath

We’ll never be able to put into words

How much we miss you Nath

We miss your laughs, your jokes, your tricks,

Your happy smiling face

We miss what you’d have grown to be

As you achieved your dreams

The friendship and the love we’d share

How proud we would have been

Now we just hope through all our tears

As we still question WHY???

That you’ve gone to a better place

For a party in the Sky!

by Angela Butler

   
   

 

Nature’s Angel

 

Hear my whisper in the breeze

When the wind blows through the trees

Feel my touch in the air

And know that I am always there

 

 

Hear my song with the birds

And listen to my every word

I sing to you all day long

And hope that you can hear my song

 

 

Hear my laughter in the rain

Falling on your window pane

See my smiles in the sun

With every new day begun

 

 

Feel my presence with each wake

I am every breath you take

Every time you go to sleep

In your dreams is where well meet

 

 

All around feel my touch

I know it doesn’t feel like much

But I am here every day

Since the time I went away

 

In memory of Dan Vavasour, by Aimee Pattenden

 

CRY

 

When a cherished one leaves overwhelming the grief

Don’t want to know or even believe

When a loved one dies you sit and CRY

Asking yourself the question why?

 

There smile forever a memory shared

There voice still prominent as if just herd

The tears of sadness fall down my cheek

Desperate to talk, and hear you speak

Untold answers of why you left

Is there a reason for your untimely death?

Is there an answer or maybe a meaning

That could prevent this aching feeling.

 

I found a charity its called CRY

They helped me understand, explained why.

In times of trouble and despair,

 They listen well and show they care.

 

A silent killer UN-be-known

A child an adult not fully grown

It takes away from all of us

The smallest breathe with little fuss.

So every time you may feel SAD

Remember the times that made you glad

Every time you want to CRY

Just look for them up in the sky.

 

by Clare Sykes

 
   

 

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