Saturday 5th March
“It is often in the darkest skies
That we see the brightest stars.”
Missing you my darling son,
Dearest Angel, precious one.
In our lives, now little fun,
Life without you has begun.
But we know, in the long run,
Bright stars you’ll be among.
When all’s said and done,
You’ll stay forever young.
Love you.
Miss you.
xxxxxxx



Hugs!
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Thanks Bushka.
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sad, but true. Hugs!
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Thank you.
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So sweet.
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Thank you so much.
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beautiful poem. big hugs!
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Thank you so much Lynn.
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most welcome!
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