Your name is Ryan.
In scanned pictures
You punched the sky
The world wasn't good enough -
You aimed so high.
You are a blue eyed boy
Just like your mummy.
A cheeky smile
Which mother's would coo.
Small tuffs of hair upon you head
Which rolled into soft curls,
Shapes and swirls.
A blue little babygrow
Which shields your skin
From the cold air around you.
You didn't get to taste life
You died before you could breathe
A brother, a son, a cousin to me
You were destined to die
But your dream is not forgotten
Sleep well, my little angel
For with God you will rest your head forever.
