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The Love X
A poem written by Stephen, Rhys' dad

Glistening eyes and cheeky face,
angel’s halo out of place

You to me are my whole world,
wrapped up special in one word

Into trouble,
into fights,
into many sleepless nights

Yours is the voice

I always heard wrapped up special in one word.

Many hours of giggling fun,
you really are a wonder son

Flying freely as a bird wrapped up special in one word.

Wrapped up special in one word all the special times we shared.

And you’re now asleep at peace - wrapped up in a word - that’s Rhys.
A poem written by Rhys’s father, Stephen

Now God wanted a football match
And to play it up in heaven
But first he needed players
And select his first eleven

Georgie Best, big Brian Labone
The legend Dixie Dean
Alan Ball and Bobby Moore
All made it in the team

He needed one more player
Someone who would be quick
From up above he looked down
And saw Rhys there in his kit

So Rhys was taken up above
God took him by the hand
To play the game he loved so much
Where sponsorship is banned

There is no cheating either as
God is the referee
There are no mega wages
And the transfers they are free

The games are live on telly
You don't have to subscribe
The players all stay on their feet
Cos no one takes a dive

So Rhys plays now so happily
To the angels in the crowd
And every time he hits the net
They roar his name so loud

Have fun my little blue boy
You’re safe and in God’s care
‘Till it’s time for me to get my boots
And join with you up there