A day to remember, a day to forget,

A day that is etched in my memory yet.

A day that began with a stunned disbelief,

A day to come home to a house full of grief.

 

A day when they tell you your father has died,

A day when you wish you could just go and hide.

A day when your mother has tears on her face,

A day when relations support and embrace.

 

A night so surreal with the whispering crowd,

A night when there’s no one who dares speak out loud.

A night when there’s pictures on silenced TV,

A night full of sadness and horrors to see.

 

A night at the football where tragedy struck,

A night on the terraces, running amok.

A night when the death toll became thirty-nine,

A night with their misery mirrored in mine.

 

A day that began with a stunned disbelief,

A day to come home to a house full of grief,

A day that is etched in my memory yet,

A day to remember, a day to forget.