I can remember when the phone rang and mum burst...
than mum said my uncle Davie saw him laying there...

Growing up you were always there
Each and every day showing me that you cared...

I hate the way you lie to me
I hate the games you play...

I love the way you walk
i love the way you talk...

I am boxing away every pice of you
every thought,feeling,emotion,memory...

A piece of me i give, ido,
this poem is full of love for you...

We stood out school,
his hand on my hand...