To the 96 fallen at Hillsborough...

YNWA.

A poem written about Paul Murray, who died aged 14 at Hillsborough, written by his mother on October 15, 1989 
  
 
  
No more shoes kicked off by the wall, 
Where's the untidy bathroom and fingermarks in the hall? 
  
No school bag, empty homework pages spilling out 
Why all this silence, I just want to shout 
  
That cheerful smile and loving nature 
His caring attitude to every living creature 
Those jokes and impressions of which there's no doubt 
He'd never have been famous while those were about 
  
I think I'll be a policeman, do you need 'A' levels for that? 
Or a mechanic, when I own a Porsche, it'll be handy, will that 
  
I'll come in a minute, just watching TV 
Then I'll write to Kenny, maybe he'll see me 
  
A goalie like Brucie or a striker like Rush 
He'd play in a street until a neighbour made a fuss 
Mum, dad, there's a letter, I've got that autograph, 
No, not the manager, he's too busy, don't be daft 
  
One day, I'll be famous, you wait and see 
How many times had he said that to me? 
Now in our town he has his wish 
And we've got a letter signed Kenny Dalglish 
  
No, I'm not angry, the summons came from above 
He obviously needed to get some of that love 
They were all so devoted, to win was their dream 
Now they're all playing in God's famous team. 
  
Edna C Murray (Mother) 
15.9.1989