A poem for Rhys, by his father.

~~edible~~ · 30-08-2007, 09:24 PM

this was in the echo tonight!
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A father's poem

Read a poem written by Rhys's father, Stephen, in this sons memory.

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
Some one 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
Your safe and in gods care
Till its time for me to get my boots
And join with you up there

God bless Rhys

Love Mum, Dad & Owen xxxxxx