The 96

My thoughts for those who went to a football match full of joy, expectation and innocence and never came home…….

The 96

walk on

through a day of memories
peeled from bells softly
binding our common purpose

walk on

with unfurled flags
tightly held scarves
kissed with innocence weaved

with hope

their mosaic of colours
their stolen dreams
their fragrant loves

in our hearts

when darkness approaches,
this humble poet will queue to hold a candle
to guide your way

and you’ll never walk alone

as the hours touch the soil
of this nurtured yet empty earth
with humility and certainty

you’ll never walk alone

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25/04/2016 · 11:34 pm

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