Friday 15th January
“The snow is crisp
The stars are bright.
I spread my arms and I take flight.
Wings fluttering as I fly,
up into the evening sky.”
As the temperatures fall, and reports of snow are given on the news channels, I am reminded of your first time playing outside in the white stuff.
You were two years old, it was 1987 and we were living in Devon.
One morning we woke up to find the garden was covered in snow.
You had such a lovely time touching, squeezing and stamping footprints on the ground.
A beautiful smile lit up your face: you were mesmerised by this new experience.
You are my Angel snow baby.
Flying high in the evening sky.
I love you sweetheart.
I miss you so very much.
xxxxx



Beautiful tribute to a younger life in time.
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Thank you x
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Lovely…
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Thank you x
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A very lovely memory, thank you for sharing this today. π
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Thank you for stopping by and reading x
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What a precious photo of your sweet son.
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Thank you.
He really was a sweetie x
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Beautiful poem and what a sweet picture of your son. Bless you.
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Many thanks x
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it’s very sweet…
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Many thanks x
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Sweet Memories…… π Hugs! β€
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Yes they are lovely memories.
Thanks Bushka x
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A beautiful baby and beautiful memory.
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Thank you.
Much appreciated x
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You are most welcome.
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Such a tender photo. A beautiful child.
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He really was.
Thank you x
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Your son is so adorable and I’m so happy you have joyous memories to cherish through your pain. β€
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Thank you so much x
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