❤️ The Babygro with Wings

For Harry Anthony Rimmer on Father's Day

He was meant for the pitch,

stitched in red for dreams of goals.

But heaven had its own team

and called your tiny soul.

Now you hang in quiet light,

soft wings where crests should be.

Each feather hums your name —

Jonathan, number twenty‑one, free.

You never touched the turf,

Yet you have carried hearts instead.

A father’s love, a mother’s tears,

woven through my thread.

So when your dad sees you there,

He’ll know you're still his son, Jonathan

the little player watching on,

whose match has just begun.

"Happy Father's Day"

Love from all your little ones, Harry.

I hope this hugs your heart today. Lou xxxxx

Jonathan, Ruby & Phillip, and the Snowdrop Twins.