Poems of Stephen Jones
Poem 1
Glistening eyes and cheeky face,
angel’s halo out of place
You to me are my whole world,
wrapped up special in one word
Into trouble,
into fights,
into many sleepless nights
Yours is the voice
I always heard wrapped up special in one word.
Many hours of giggling fun,
you really are a wonder son
Flying freely as a bird wrapped up special in one word.
Wrapped up special in one word all the special times we shared.
And you’re now asleep at peace - wrapped up in a word - that’s Rhys.
Poem 2
Now God wanted a football match
And to play it up in heaven
But first he needed players
And select his first eleven.
Georgie Best, big Brian Labone
The legend Dixie Dean Alan Ball and Bobby Moore
All made it in the team.
He needed one more player
Someone who would be quick
From up above he looked down
And saw Rhys there in his kit.
So Rhys was taken up above God took him by the hand
To play the game he loved so much
Where sponsorship is banned.
There is no cheating either as God is the referee
There are no mega wages
And the transfers they are free.
The games are live on telly
You don't have to subscribe
The players all stay on their feet
Cos no one takes a dive.
So Rhys plays now so happily
To the angels in the crowd
And every time he hits the net
They roar his name so loud.
Have fun my little blue boy
You're safe and in God's care
Till it's time for me to get my boots
And join with you up there
Poem 3
Quietly she holds him
Cradled in her arms
Rocking him so gently
Protecting him from harm
Her tears are flowing freely
Off her cheeks they race
Always heading downwards then dripping from her face
A mother holds her baby
As close as close can be
And as his eyes stare skyward there’s only her to see
Now fast forward eleven years
The scene is much the same
A mother holds her baby whispering his name
Ruffling his mated hair
His face covered in blood
Telling him to stay with her
And wrapping him in love
But the child will never answer
Forever to stay young
Dying on a car park
It’s not where he belongs
A mother holds her baby
Her child her world her son
His life has been robbed from him
She cant believe he’s gone
One last hug
One last caress to his cheek
A simple kiss
To thank that little boy
For eleven years of bliss
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