Wednesday 6th January

Three hundred days without you.
So, how am I getting through this?
Don’t know, I really haven’t a clue
I’m teetering on the edge of the abyss

Our love for you will never ever falter.
The pain of your passing, always there.
Nothing will change or is going to alter.
As we quietly whisper a silent prayer

Three hundred days without you.
We didn’t know it was your time,
As up to heaven you peacefully flew.
Our darling boy, sweet child of mine.

Love you always.
Miss you constantly.
Sleep tight darling.
xxxx