Walking

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Monday 24th October
  

Walking along the harbour front

Grey, dark clouds threaten overhead.

Coats pulled tightly with faces pinched

The heavy rain puddles where we tread.

“Don’t moan: we need water to survive”

So many times, you would have said.

Arriving home, completely sopping wet

You’d strip off, dive under the bedspread.

But now you’re there, behind the clouds

Wishing you were here with us, instead.

  

Sweetheart Angel son

Flying high beyond the rainbows

Love you forever

xxxxxx

The Stennack River turning the waves brown with run-off from the fields

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