I have been a long time lurker on these boards and read every post on this thread and they touched me so much that I felt compelled to register and comment how incredible each of you survivors are and how affected many still are despite the fact that they may not have been in the area the crush happened.
This thread is testament to to the fact that fight for justice must continue. God bless all who have contributed and Justice for not just the 96 but also their families, the survivors and anyone else whose lives have been indirectly affected.
Keep the flame for Justice burning to use an Irish quote; Tiocfaidh ár lá, our day will come. xo
welcome shannon, lurking is good and healthy...
those of us who visit these pages know the real truth and one day soon justice will be done.. for the 96..... here is a little poem i wrote today...
Grandpa's old hanky...
night passes by with a breath of fresh air
day dawns with a cool gentle breeze
the cracked yellow photograph sits on the mantle piece
the smiling faces bring only distant memories...
''what was grandpa like''
asks little Billy, on his 6th birthday morn
''he was a good man''
answers gran, sniffling into an old hanky, well worn...
''tell me, tell me''
insists the birthday boy Billy, an excited young lad
''why is he wearing a black n white scarf''
''it's red n white...'', smiles gran, ''it's just faded over time...''
''it's not that bad...
''where did he go...''
Billy continues on his inquisitive quest
''he just went to the match, and never came home''
said gran with a sniffle, a cough and a wheezy old chest...
she holds the old hanky very close to her heart
23 long years have kept them apart
she remembers quite clearly the day that he left
a flask of hot tea and his favourite old vest...
some cheese n tomato butties, and a packet of crisps
his red n white scarf, and ticket clutched tight
he ran out the door to catch the ''footy special'' train
with a smile and a kiss, never to come home again...
''grandpa was a lovely man'' says gran once more
clutching the old hanky, grandpa left on his chair
she never washes it cos it reminds her of him
she glances over to his chair, but of course he's not there...
Billy's running around, not a care in the world
any 6 year old kid has it all yet to learn
so whenever you see a young child who doesn't know the real truth
just break it to them gently, valuable education for our new youth...
Rest In Peace 96...
johnlemmon...@