This is a poem about our Chris Who came into the life of my wee sis Born in Manchester he may have been But a true'r Scotsman you have never seen A little boy with a cheeky grin Your heart he knew he could always win Lately he was known as "Dinger" one of the lads Of the Royal Scots Dragoon Guards But over the years he came to be A very special nephew to me God in your mercy please take care of the lovely man with the red hair 17/10/2000 Aunty Ruth always in my heart xxx