Thoughts Of James Bulger
James so tiny, so precious, so small,
by Susan Evelyn Churton
His life was taken, leaving his parents to mourn,
Their sunshine's now gone, his poor mum and dad,
Hearts full of sorrow, souls that are sad.
A vicious attack on such an innocent babe,
What a cruel wicked world the human race made.
The crime of the century this has to have been,
Only 10 and 11, their minds are obscene.
Kidnap and torture, such evil crimes,
Surely someone must have noticed some of the signs.
It ended in murder, that poor little soul,
How could they do it? He was two years old.
But James now at peace, in paradise he's trod,
the angels have blessed him on his journey to God.
With "teddy" in hand, he walks up the stair,
To be met by God, open arms waiting there.
Together they walk through gates open wide,
Where others will cherish him, till you're again by his side.
With teddy he sits on his little red chair,
Where he's taken the love, that you gave and you shared.
The world's grieving with you on the loss of your son,
Deep thoughts from the heart come from everyone.