This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Christopher Porter who was born in Glasgow Scotland on the 16th of January 1982 and passed away on June 27th 2005 You will live forever in our memories and hearts
My first Mother's Day card Christopher made for me
You where born a wild boy with the devil in your eye
Now as you leave us we are left to softly cry
From when you where a wee boy you drove us round the bend
We wondered when your cheekiness was ever going to end
Your language it was colourful from the tender age of four
We couldn't help but laugh and encourage you even more
We will remember you running wild up and down the street
Being a right we nuisance and geting under everyone's feet
Then you where the big man that mesed around on wheels
Any kind either 2 or 4 always making deals
Motorbikes and cars, it's what every guy should like
Nothing made you happier than going crazy on your bike
We where never going to change you or how you lived your life
We worried when you found yourself in trouble and in strife
You where never an angel but we cared for you just the same
And to think we didn't love you would have been such a shame
Why did you have to go just as life was going your way
You where trying hard and we no you wanted to stay
You leave us with the image of your we lad
And as he grows up to be the big man we will tell him of his dad
Please look after him from the skies above
Show him in a special way that you send him all your love
So christopher, give them hell in heaven and show them how its done
Pass out plenty of joints and bottles of buckfast to everyone
It's not meant as disrespect, it's just how we know you would create some fun
Did him upstair's know what he was doing when he wanted back this son
Sadly we have to let you go even though it doesn't seem right
But remember it's not goodbye BIG MAN, it's only just goodnite
This poem was wrote by christopher's cousin Mandy and was read out at christopher's funeral by his cousin sharleen
You where born a wild boy with the devil in your eye
Now as you leave us we are left to softly cry
From when you where a wee boy you drove us round the bend
We wondered when your cheekiness was ever going to end
Your language it was colourful from the tender age of four
We couldn't help but laugh and encourage you even more
We will remember you running wild up and down the street
Being a right we nuisance and geting under everyone's feet
Then you where the big man that mesed around on wheels
Any kind either 2 or 4 always making deals
Motorbikes and cars, it's what every guy should like
Nothing made you happier than going crazy on your bike
We where never going to change you or how you lived your life
We worried when you found yourself in trouble and in strife
You where never an angel but we cared for you just the same
And to think we didn't love you would have been such a shame
Why did you have to go just as life was going your way
You where trying hard and we no you wanted to stay
You leave us with the image of your we lad
And as he grows up to be the big man we will tell him of his dad
Please look after him from the skies above
Show him in a special way that you send him all your love
So christopher, give them hell in heaven and show them how its done
Pass out plenty of joints and bottles of buckfast to everyone
It's not meant as disrespect, it's just how we know you would create some fun
Did him upstair's know what he was doing when he wanted back this son
Sadly we have to let you go even though it doesn't seem right
But remember it's not goodbye BIG MAN, it's only just goodnite
This poem was wrote by christopher's cousin Mandy and was read out at christopher's funeral by his cousin sharleen