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.
Time Is No Healer – by Sandra Chapman
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
I See No Ravens – by Richard Walker
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
Its sometime now since you have gone – by 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
We have joined a group of elites – by Debbie Smart
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
Kevin Says – By Louisa Eaton
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
Martyn Luckett – 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
A Special Friend – by Rhianne Bertie
A Special Friend I remember way back in December, the tragic loss of my friend Liam Ross, Liam Jack Ross, I miss him dearly, and at times I show that clearly he was such a warm friend, that nobody wanted things to end. So when I go out at night and look out far, I do
“Ronnie My Boy”
“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
Mummy's Boy – by Charlotte Luckett
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
In memory of Stuart, my precious son – by Rosemary Attridge
In memory of Stuart – my precious son Do you believe in life after death? I do, truly. With every last breath. For we once had someone heavenly sent Put on this earth for a brief moment And when he left the skies turned grey The rain poured down for days and days. But I will
My Brother – by Abi
My Brother A gentle soul walking in the garden of life Full of hopes and dreams of his future —His music the voice, as words do not always come easy. I shall always remember his smile and the ways he made me laugh. May he rest in the clear light of the nature of his mind,
An expression of my feelings – by Caroline
An expression of my feelings For Jason Jason I will miss you for the rest of my life, you were the best wee brother in the world, Who became my friend, and I didn’t realise it at the time, you were my rock. I think of the things you said or did with almost every passing
Grief – by Christine Abram
Grief What is grief and what does it mean Where does it go where has it been It lies in your heat like a heavy stone It stabs like a knife when you’re all alone There is place in your heart for it to lie It will stay right there until the day you die No
Paul – by A. Tarannum
Paul A wounding emptiness now fills too many lives, Yet the ringing echoes of that joyful laughter lingers in the air, The loss was too surprising, How could we lose someone so uniquely rare? The heartache was immensely sharp, The slash of a dagger, It was hard to keep upright, Trying hard not to stagger, A
Final Journey – by Keith Davies
Final Journey The room, with its medically sanitized smell, was cool, bright and airy. There in the middle, covered with a white plastic sheet, he lay. On top, the poesy of buttercups and bluebells, now wilted, was still with him. Clothes, picked by close family and friends, were neatly laid on a table nearby. ‘I have
Between Those Smiles – by Colin and Sandra Mulford
BETWEEN THOSE SMILES The look of mischief The smile disguising the next naughty move The unread tale: Books, cuddles…. too boring! You understood: life was for living, exploring. You rushed at life, running first, never walking. Your early philosophy: To cram as much into each day as possible. Always be busy, investigating and — should being
Verse & Image – Richard Walker
“Shortly after the sudden death of my son Christopher I began to write out my feelings in this way, and have, in the first two years following his death, written well over 100 poems. I am now in the process of linking many of them with an image, creating the ‘Verse & Image’ set on Flickr.”
Dear Ronnie – by Sophie, age 11
Dear Ronnie, I love you lots and lots, And i miss you too, Your hugs and smile, Are my memories of you, Pictures and photos, Including lost memories, Are all i have left of you, My dearest brother. I think you will agree, Together, Me, Ricky, mum, My dad could rule the world, I had you
Jason Chew – by Kira Chew
Jason Chew Average singer, Frisbee flinger, …Guitar Geek, Calls me a freak, Funny Guy, Loves Sci-Fi, Lovely Smile, Great Style, McFly Lover, Got the same Mother, Fab Memories, Loves that cheese, Handsome Man, Says my nan, Pinks his colour, Lady puller ;P Tall Person, Really Fun. And when he died, I cried. xxxxxxxxx My 12 year
A Poem by Julie Hatton
My child was cheeky, So full of flair, Such big brown eyes and curly hair, A face so cute, A smile so bright, He now lights up the stars at night. When God came and took you away, He left me here alone to stay, The pain sometime’s to much to bear, I need your love,
The Ones We Miss – by Jeanne Mayo
THE ONES WE MISS The ones we miss and long to kiss are far beyond our reach. We age and faces crease with time, while they stay young and in their prime. What we would give to turn back time to stop the clock, to draw the line. To have just one more chance to say
