Will it be a cold Christmas?
Joyless and
bleak
This year
in Manchester
For Mr. and
Mrs. Peak
Amanda and
Philip
Robbed of
their pride and joys
By a
drunken fool
Who
murdered their dear boys
What words
will comfort
The loss of
Ben and Arron
What consolation
is there?
To be found
as the time goes on
Fathers
chums, mothers pride
Funny,
studious and mild
Our hearts
bleed for them
No parent
should outlive a child
They bear
the mental scars
Of a life
that isn’t fair
While
Philip still broken
Sits confined
to a wheelchair
I will
think of the Peaks
As I spend
Christmas with my family
And give
thanks to God
They are
all alive with me
It will be
a sad Christmas
This year
in Manchester
For Mr. and
Mrs. Peak
The lonely
mother and father
Ben and
Arron will be there
If only in
ethereal essence
Watching
over mum and dad
I know they
will feel their presence
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