Spare a thought for all our loved ones who have passed away, they are all in our thoughts especially at this time of year ! YNWA !
Here is a poem he has done Evos site put this up OTK OLD JIMMY A hazy winter sunshine braves the Christmas Day cold and lights up all the empty seats inside the Kemlyn Road. The shadows fade and then reveal a figure on his own there is no football here today as old Jimmy sits alone. A forceful smile cannot conceal his lonely pensive mood as decades pass before his eyes in silent solitude. He needs to be alone today he needs the time and space to say farewell forever to this special sacred place. He gazes out across the pitch towards the Anfield Road and sees the place where he first stood when he was ten years old. He thinks of how the times have changed and how it's gone so fast as visions flash before his eyes with players from the past. He sees a young Bob Paisley running out onto the pitch he saw him make his debut back in 1946. The fifties team then take the field but he stares down at the floor remembering the relegation year of 1954. But thoughts of Shanks and Liddell soon make his gloom subside the flying Scotsman's decade saw the great man, Bill, arrive. The sun then shines on the pitch like gold on emerald green Jimmy sits back, fixes his cap then ventures back into his dreams. He looks across at the tunnel Ron Yeats is there at the front followed by Smith, Ian St. John and his idol, Sir Roger Hunt. The atmosphere is now electric the sixties are filled with emotion the Kop sings along to Beatles songs and the football is poetry in motion. The seventies thoughts are amazing Anfield was blessed with king Kevin then goose bumps rise upon his arm as he thinks of 77. The night when the whole ground erupted to the volcanic red and white sound of "We shall not, we shall not be moved" which lifted the roof off the ground. Of all the matches Jimmy's seen since he was a boy aged 10 he'll never forget the ecstasy that night against St. Etienne. He smiles then thinks of the 80's when trophies and legends were many Rushie runs through, plays a one two with the magic, mercurial Kenny. His thoughts turn to Beardsley and Aldo and the brilliance which that team did bring he then hears the tune from "Black beauty" as Barnes does his stuff down the wing. The nineties bring mixed emotions as memories freeze with the cold not such great times inside his mind but maybe he's just getting old. He closes his eyes for a moment feels the back of his throat run dry his old hands begin to tremble for now he must say his goodbye. His lips are pressed tight together he covers his eyes with his hands he's then overcome with emotion as he sits all alone in the stand. A lifetime of magical memories has sadly now come to an end he takes a deep breath then whispers farewell to this life long friend. He slowly turns up his coat collar as he rises up to his feet then thinks of his son and his grandson who'll inherit his treasured old seat. And now for the moment he's dreaded as he leaves the place he loves a tear rolls through his white whiskers which he dries on the back of his glove. The shadows then fall on the Kemlyn old Jimmy's time is now through he stands for a while in an exit turns around then fades out of view. That night in the sky above Anfield a new star shines down from above it will stay for all eternity to light up the place that it loves. The warmth of it's glow is forever as it shines down on old Jimmy's lad who stares at the sky from the Kemlyn when he thinks of his dear old Dad. Dave Kirby. Jimmy Kirby R.I.P.
bumping this thread from last year Spare a moment to remember those loved ones no longer with us Gone but never forgotten Going to go to my da's grave today and lay some red and white flowers and tell him our beloved reds are top of the league YNWA !
for my good mate joe youll be happy up there knowing your beloved reds are top of the pile , RIP YNWA
To often we forget past friends and family who are gone and care more of ourselves.Good for you Gerry for highlighting this in the thread,il pay me respects tomorrow to some close to me ive lost.
I have lost too many to name but they are always with me YNWA Two little boys had two little toys Each had a wooden horse Gaily they played each summer's day Warriors both of course One little chap then had a mishap Broke off his horse's head Wept for his toy then cried with joy As his young playmate said Did you think I would leave you crying When there's room on my horse for two Climb up here Jack and don't be crying I can go just as fast with two When we grow up we'll both be soldiers And our horses will not be toys And I wonder if we'll remember When we were two little boys Long years had passed, war came so fast Bravely they marched away Cannon roared loud, and in the mad crowd Wounded and dying lay Up goes a shout, a horse dashes out Out from the ranks so blue Gallops away to where Joe lay Then came a voice he knew Did you think I would leave you dying When there's room on my horse for two Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying I can go just as fast with two Did you say Joe I'm all a-tremble Perhaps it's the battle's noise But I think it's that I remember When we were two little boys Do you think I would leave you dying There's room on my horse for two Climb up here Joe, we'll soon by flying Back to the ranks so blue Can you feel Joe I'm all a tremble Perhaps it's the battle's noise But I think it's that I remember When we were two little boys
Very commendable thread, we often forget about people whether close or otherwise who are not enjoying the festive season, thoughts to them all, well done. YNWA
My mother in law Eithne, incredibly sudden in July left us,your in our thoughts everyday and I know your 1st Grandchild who you never got to see will know her Grandmother was a very special and great woman, who alot of people had there lives touched by,RIP