This page contains poems which have been written by CRY supporters. If you would like your poem to appear on this page, please email it to [email protected] or post it to the CRY office.
A Poem in Memory of Mike Scott
A Poem in Memory of Mike Scott Previous slide Next slide We don’t know how it happened only that it broke our heart The sudden way you left us tore our lives apart Our happy family of four became a broken three The shock and pain too deep was difficult
‘ON A PROMISE’ Poem by Tony Baws
ON A PROMISE Tony Baws 2021 The team emerGes from the tunnel, The trainers’ words still ringing in their ears The noise of studded boots on concrete Changes to the sound of stampIng hooves on grass As fifteen sweating men run on the pitch. Supporters rise to clap the heroes as they pass. A cloud of
Mike 28th December 2020 (24 years)
In the days after you died Mike I thought I’d go mad To think I wouldn’t see you again made me so sad What was worse was only six weeks away We should have been celebrating your 18th birthday Though my heart was broken my head was spinning too With so many special things I wanted
February 1997 – 18th Birthday – Poem in memory of Mike Scott
We can’t wish you good morning, nor kiss you goodnight, We can’t look at your face and we can’t hold you tight We can’t celebrate your birthday without you by our side, And the pain is so bad it hurts deep inside But you know that we love and miss you more every day So wherever
Missing you – poem by Kathryn Badon
How much do we miss you Adrian? Every minute of every day – we know you are not there, No brotherly hugs, no loud giggles and laughter. Where there was a strong life force – there is emptiness, silence, nothingness. The energy, the storm, the character, the chaos, the unpredictability. The lion heart, the courage, the
Christmas without Adrian – poem by Kathryn Badon
It will be an empty Xmas without Adrian, I remember him so full of fun each year, The presents he would pick were always perfect, That is why we always held them very dear. Now we struggle on to give our life a purpose Whilst in our head we always question why? What made this terrible
15th CRY Parliamentary Reception – 23rd November 2016 – poem by Kathryn Badon
CRY awareness week was buzzing, And I was given a delight, Two tickets for the Parliamentary Reception, For a very special night. My MP he was willing, Greg Mulholland there to have his say Recognising it’s a worthy cause, Supporting screening all the way. The speakers giving a strong message, To those with Parliamentary power, The
Why do you cry? – poem by Kathryn Badon
Why do you cry for no reason? I saw your tears so readily fall, One moment you were smiling and happy, Not sure anything happened at all? Well it did – in my head I was thinking, I saw my late son’s smiling eyes, And for that solitary moment, He was with me again by my
My Child – poem by Kathryn Badon
My child when first you did appear I shed a mother’s joyous tear. And then as first you started to walk With motherly love of you I’d talk. When then my child you did start to run I’d chase and laugh, we’d have such fun. First horse riding your passion and joy, As through Meanwood Valley
Adrian Badon poem by Kathryn Badon
There is a hole in my family where my son used to be, Two siblings left, where there used to be three. On Easter and Christmas and birthdays it’s worse, Feels the wrong thing has happened – a family curse? In all of this sadness we must all find a way, of being able to explore
Adrian's birthday – poem by Kathryn Badon
It was Adrian’s birthday on the 8th February and I wrote a poem in memory of the day: My dearest Adrian, Happy Birthday, Wherever you may be, I can’t help myself from looking Your handsome face I hope to see. Whilst in my mind I know you’ve left us, Inside my heart won’t let you go,
Adrian's message to his son – poem by Kathryn Badon
Adrian’s message to his son Welcome to the world dear Drey So sorry I’m not there, It is as if we both were cheated Of the things that we might share. I did not choose to leave you It was a cruel hand of fate How sad for you my baby To have a father who
Forever Young – by Heather Walker
For my son Ryan, who collapsed and died at home on Monday 7th July. He was 24, and had graduated from University. He’d just returned from New Zealand where he was a Cricket Coach teaching High School children and was about to go back in October for another 6 months. He was also due to become
Adrian Badon poem
Adrian’s Poem. My handsome fine young son will breathe no more, A cruel hand of fate has stolen away the Adrian I adore. No more to hear his laughter or his pain, And from now on my life’s just not the same. The family bond we always knew we had, Is bereft of one, and we
Coach Dominic – by Mike Newman
Coach Dominic (by Daddy aged 43) Forty five minutes a week for 11 weeks is all we knew Coach Dominic for, less than a day, but in that time I met a ‘young man’ that Brian Clough would have been proud to know. He was fantastic with the little people and they all responded to him.
Coach Dominic – by Ellis Newman
Coach Dominic (by Ellis aged 2) We met Coach Dominic at the beginning of October just after my 2nd Birthday. I loved kicking and Daddy took me to little Kickers on a Saturday in Chigwell, just me and him… well, me him and some other boys and girls, all little like me and coach Dominic. Coach
CRY – by Clare Sykes
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
Nature’s Angel – by Aimee Pattenden
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
Poem for Nath – by Angela Butler
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
Our Kasia
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
For my beautiful daughter Katie Hayes – by John Hayes
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
The Marcus Way – by Mick Jolly
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
An Angel’s Message – by Aimee Pattenden
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
October – by Richard Walker
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
Precious Son – by Jackie
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
