Thursday 18th February
I wake up sad
My cheeky lad.
No voices heard
No, not a word.
Another Thursday
Filling with dismay.
It’s nearly here
One lonely year.
Forty nine weeks
Tears down cheeks.
My heart aches
With pain it breaks.
Sadness abounds
But love surrounds.
Your spirit flies
Across the skies.
Love you baby
Miss you like crazy.
xxxxxxx
Lovely poem! xx
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Thank you Lynn.
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Great phrase…. “Love surrounds”. Hugs!
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Many thanks Bushka.
Hugs back x
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaaw hugs to you xx
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Many thanks.
Hugs back x
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every day of the first year is a first…..
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So true.
x
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